He’s in the Air Force. It’s his second time to go; I guess I’m not really that scared for him. He swears the place he’s stationed at is very safe. He actually volunteered for it, he thinks it’s a beautiful country. He’ll have finished his time in the Air Force in January, and he said he won’t re-enlist. I’ve been so happy about him coming home, and now he’s going even farther away.
I worry about him even though I do believe he’ll be okay. I wonder about him. I guess he’s on the plane now. We talked for a couple hours last night. He actually tried to commit suicide early this year; I figured no way would they let him go after that, but I guess I was wrong. I know he’s an adult now, and I respect his decisions, but I just wish he would make the decisions I like! He’s always been my baby brother, and I want to take care of him. I want to help him find whatever it is he wants, whatever it is that makes him feel like he needs to go so far away from home. I miss him.