Today on the phone I was just talking with my older brother about this and that, when the subject of Memorial day came up. He said he felt sorry for all the military that was overseas fighting and dieing for what he calls an unjust war. I had no comment about that, as I did not feel like arguing with him.
I told him today was a day to thank not just the military that was fighting and dieing in today's war, but to thank ALL military that has fought and died or fought and lived in any American war. Truly for the VERY FIRST time I wanted my brother to thank me for my service. Never in 41 years since I have gotten out of the Corps has he even mentioned it, but for some reason today I wanted his acknowledgement I fought, so he could be free to be a bleeding heart asshole.
Nope not a word, not a single word, he let my unintentional hint roll off his back like water rolling off the edge of a cliff, forming a waterfall. I must say, this time it hurt, my own brother who seems to care for everything, but the feelings of his kid brother.
Why can't he just say Thank you Elie for what you did?