so, my little brother, my soldier and surprisingly, my role model will be 18 years old tomorrow and i honestly can’t tell you how much i don’t want this day to come.

it was hard enough him being only just 17 and going in the army, the first 6 weeks felt like i lost an arm. 
the fact he’ll be an adult, like army-classed an adult scares me. he’ll have more freedom but more responsibility.
this time next year he could be deployed to afghan and that scares the shit out of me.

anyway i don’t know what this post was supposed to do but i just wanna clear my head because this weekend, i get to spend some quality time with him. i can actually go for a pint with him without the worry that i’ll get done for buying him alcohol.

happy birthday for tomorrow little one, i miss you more each day. show me ya war face ;-)