I know that is hard. I well remember the day after Thanksgiving, in 1968, when I saw my husband off to Vietnam.
I share your feelings. May your brother return safely.
When I flew in in 1964 I really didn't think one way or the other I just went. But I learned what the ones at home were going through when my brother went four years after I returned and when I sent kids and grandkids off to strange and dangerous places in the service of their country. I hope things turn out well for your brother and he returns safely.
Thanks guys. I appreciate it. At this point, other than IED's.. I think it's cooling down out there. I look forward to hearing good, positive stories when he returns in 7 months.