I miss my brother, he only come by on certain weeks. I build up with anticipation when I see  the transport ships arrive at the spaceport. Although it is difficult to pick him out in the crowd. They all come out of the ship with the same uniform and with their heads shaved, it is just difficult to find out which one is my brother. Sure enough I eventually pick him out, and I run towards him as he picks me up. Its a nice kind of reunion, even if it is hard to find out which soldier is the guy your reuniting with.

Its weird how I say I miss him, sure it is nice at the reunion, but he always finds something wrong about me to point out. I just wish I could eat a meal without him complaining about how fast I eat or how loud I eat for that matter. I say I miss a guy who is never satisfied, I say, I miss a guy who always finds something wrong with me. I say, I miss a guy who never shuts up, yet I still say I miss him. Perhaps there is something wrong with me. Part of me just wishes. that the yeelanians did shoot him in the leg, so just so he couldn’t come home and make me feel like shit..

                                                                                                                                    -Ron Allan