A day to remember

I was just reading a e-mail my brother sent me about 9-11. I was remembering where I was on the fateful day. I was in my dorm taking a nap, when someone rushed in and said something about some plains crashing. We rushed to the auditorium and watched the news. The moments after that were a blur, All I remember was just wanting to be with my family, I saw the tears, anguish and pain of those who loved and lost. But I lost no one, so it was easy for me to move on. Then a couple of years ago my brother joined the army. It was while the war was going on to. Didn't he get it, he could be sent away, he could die over there. We have always been pretty close, the youngest two children, and while we have grown apart in later years, there is still a closeness. My brother loves America, He respects and supports the president. He would, I believe gladly fight for the freedom we have. I do not believe that I have met anyone more passionate for America and for fighting for Freedom than my brother.
Yet it scares me a little that he could go fight in the war. We had a scare early this summer. When I talked to him about it, all I could think was no, don't take him anyone else Lord. I know that he would of gone and fought hard, not worring about if he would of lived or died, he would of counted a honor to fight for America. He loves this land, this people.
I could not have such courage. Then their are the people, that shame America, and there soldiers. Those who hate are president, those who do not support the war. My brother would say if you don;t like it hear leave, and I say amen. we want people to stand up and fight for freedom. i want my brother to feel supported, not hated. God bless America