Something about a jet plane.

So you all know my brother right?

                            

Well, meet PFC Morgan Miller, aka Jimmy, aka MJ.  He is a sniper in the Army, 4th infantry division based in Colorado Springs, Colorado.  And he is deploying September 1st.  A month from now.  I will not see my brother for a year.  I am not sure that 9 words strung together to make a sentence has ever made me want to cry more than that.  I will not see my brother for a year, and in that year I am sure that he will live through the closest thing to hell on earth that we've got.  He is 19.  He is 19, and one of the greatest men I have ever met. 

 

I have a question to pose to all of you.  When is the last time you thanked a soldier for their service?  Have you ever?  Well, you should.  You need to.  I don't really care what your stance on the war is, and it doesn't really matter.  The men and women who give even two years of their life to defend what this country is, and what it stands for, deserve every honor that we can give them.  Even if it is you stopping them on the street to say thank you.  

We are going to Colorado to see him one more time before he goes, and to pick up his car and personal belongings.  He wants to store all of his things at our house while he is gone, plus we still only have one car so he is letting us drive his.  Great guy, huh?  We are going to fly out (on a jet plane) August 22nd and drive back that Sunday.  

Oh and did I mention that we are not taking Elijah with us.  That it will be the first time we have been away from him for more than a few hours.  And we are going to be gone for an entire weekend.  AN ENTIRE WEEKEND!!!  UGH.

                                                               

Thank you M.