Little Big Brother Joins the Army

My Little Big Brother joined the army today. My great big dorky brother is off to live his life, finally doing what he’s been talking about for years. We had dinner with him Sunday night, and yesterday he stopped in briefly to dad’s before getting off to the city to do his march out to do his 80 days of training. There was a hug, some casual banter, a bit of the ol’ semi serious fisticuffs (that I am pleased to say I won, despite being a few feet shorter and a bunch of kilos lighter) and then he buggered off like the big adult that he is (pretending to be at least).

It’s weird, I’m not sure how I feel about it all yet. I mean, he’s doing his own thing and I am dearly hoping that the army will help him with his prioritisation and organisation problem – which is to say, he sucks at both of them. I’m proud of him (just don’t tell him that, his head is big enough as it is!) and glad that at least one of us has our lives in some semblance of order. On the other hand, I’m going to miss one of my closest friends and I guess the small part of me that feels emotions is a touch glum about that.

For the next 80 days until I see him, there will be no coffee and catch up dates. There will be no dinner at dad’s and watching movies that he has chosen specifically to annoy me. There will be no bitching to each other about people we both find irritating. And when he does come back, I’m not sure for how long it will be, before he goes off again. As he said to me last night, he’ll be back after his three month of training, and then the next time we see him will be in September for my sister’s wedding, and then Christmas after that.

It’s strange to consider that my kid brother – who still is a kid in a lot of ways – is going off to start the life he has been dreaming of for years, set himself up for the things he wants and he carry out plans he has made. I’m 23 and I still haven’t got any plan! Ah well. Off to bigger and better things, brother. Have fun, don’t get yourself killed and do all of the things. I’ll see you in 80 days.

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