My baby brother enlisted. Yeah, he’s not a baby anymore. He’s 6’5” and a senior in college, but he’s my little brother still. At first I was furious. Then terrified. Then angry. Then resigned. This is his choice, part of his path. However, crazy- illogical, ridiculous or suicidal it may sound – it’s his life.
Besides, I’m quitting my job and running off in search of adventure, who am I to stand on the soapbox and preach about logic.
Last year I gave my brother a copy of Wizards First Rule, By Terry Goodkind. I wrote in the cover that I hoped one day that he would find his own Sword of Truth. While he seemed confused by the note inside, it seems now that it was even more pertinent.
My little brother’s decision to enlist had to do with his own personal truth. It seems of late that many people I know are finding the courage to seek out their personal legends, follow their bliss, or go in search of adventures.
Someone told me that in the end you would regret the things you didn’t do, more than the things you did. I believe this is true.
Trev, I publicly give you my blessing and my love. Not that you didn’t already know I’ll always love you, but sometimes it’s just good to know that the ones you love support your choices and want you to be happy, and whole. If serving your country in this capacity completes something in you, then I will stand behind you, cheer you on, and send prayers up to keep you safe. I’ve got your back here. You go find your bliss.
Besides, how can one argue with the statement, “And I’ll get to blow things up.”
I’m scared because I love you, but I’m also very proud of you. I can’t wait to hear about your grand adventures.
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