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September 29, 2006

Tears of... something.

I do not cry often. There are only two times in the last decade I can think of: When my brother kicked me in the scrotum, and after I walked out into my dad's truck being emptied of everyone's suitcases.

I cried yesterday.

I'm currently in Kentucky, just outside Fort Knox, to attend my brother's graduation from Army Basic Combat Training. Yesterday was the first time I've seen him since July. As soon as I saw him walk run in formation into the gym, that was it for me. I cried a little bit before forcing myself not to break down entirely. If I started, I knew my mom would completely lose it. And, as I found out, my brother was operating on the same principle while standing up there.

Today he actually graduates. Today I will most likely cry again, because I can feel it coming and going again simply typing up this entry.

Tears of sadness? Tears of joy? Sure. I'm proud of him; what he's gone through in the past months has been a trial and he came through it stronger. He's decided to serve his country, to serve others. But at the same time, the Army took my damn brother. This is a kid who's slowly become my best friend over the years. And now he's three thousand miles away and inaccessible until the start of next year, when he's finally done with the entirety of his training.

Posted by Colin at September 29, 2006 3:24 AM

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