I left home at 18.
I learned to kill another human being before I even learned to do my taxes.
I learned how to care about someone else’s life, more than my own.
I have friends in college and I have friends in Afghanistan.
My friends in college go home for summer, my friends in Afghanistan haven’t come back.
I wrote my own will at 19.
I don’t get enough sleep most nights.
I don’t get paid much.
I don’t know the next time I will see my family.
I don’t know when I may go home.
I don’t know much really. But I know one thing…
I have 160,000 brothers out there,
And they make it all worth it.