I was fighting back tears. Tears of sadness. Tears of pride. Tears for the lonely days that I knew would come. But I didn't let them out. I had to be strong for him. Because I knew that the next six weeks would be the hardest weeks he would ever go through. But in the days to follow, I let the tears out. It wasn't enough that he was clear across the country from me, I also didn't get to talk to him more than a handful of times. It was like a part of me was missing. This man who has been there for me for my whole life. This man who I look up to like no one else. This man who is my brother. This man who is selflessly willing to fight for our freedom. That day that he left was horrible. And so were a lot of the days that followed. And I know it's coming again. And in a few very short years, he will leave again, not for the other side of the country, but for the other side of the world. And I will fight back tears and keep my chin up again.