Yesterday, my brother came home from
Afghanistan.
But he wasn't the
Tom I remember. He was taken in a helicopter straight to a
hospital. I don't know what's been going on there, my mum
won't tell me... All I know is that Tom was badly injured. I
took school off today to see him. He looks terrible. None of his
limbs have been blown off or anything, but he's had 3
operations already and he's on life support. Because of his
experiences in Afghanistan, he doesn't trust anyone. He
doesn't even remember me or anyone else in my family.
He's only 20. He doesn't deserve
this.
I love you
Tom.