Memorial weekend...

I'm watching we were soldiers on tv tonight. I know I shouldn't because I get to emotional, but I do it anyways. I'm at the part where the yellow taxi cab pulls up with a letter of bad news, but he canft find the right address. so a couple of the wifes deliver the letter for him. it makes me sad. I remember when my brother was getting ready to go over to kosovo he called me and said he had to tell me the information about his torage unit, like where it was, etc. in case anything happened. He happened to have his car (a mustang) stored in it as well. At the time there was a country song on the radio about an ad that was placed in a paper for a car and the car had belonged to a soldier. In the glove box was a note about how if anyone was reading it, it ment he didn't come home. I couldn't listen to that song thw whole time my brother gone. I was glad I never had to find a note like that. When my other brother was in the air-force he was stationed in Germany and then went and fought in the first gulf war. I was little at the time, maybe 8 or so. Anyhow, my mom taught me that yellow ribbon song and we tied yellow ribbons on all the columns in front of our house. I didn't really understand war or the military back then.