And I am missing someone.
He is carefree, funny, the life of the pary, impulsive, loving, brave, spontaneous, and filled with joy.
He is a musician, a friend, a son, a class clown, a mechanic, an American soldier, and my brother.
He is my hero.
He is my hero. And he could be your hero too.
He is dedicated to his country, to fighting for democracy, to being a man of integrity, and defending your freedom.
Let him be your hero too.
It is currently 9:31am in Camp Wolverine, Afghanistan.
And I am missing someone.
An ancient Greek Historian once wrote:::
"The Bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it."
Your Dear,
Prudence.
Prudence, I am not sure how you found me, but I am so glad you did. I see that your blog is very new. I have only been at this for about two months myself. I read about your brother.
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Peace be with you!
Hmmm....I think we must have a Beatle connection! Come by my blog any old time!
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