Dynamite Samuels is the name. Weird name right? Well when your parents leave your older brother name you that's what you get. He loved the bugs bunny cartoons where the coyote tries to blow the bunny up. Me and my brother Charles was close. But when...
I walked with a limp off the bus. I look around with a sigh. I started walking to my house. I had a glove over my prosthetic hand. I wore a a long sleeved shirt and boot cut jeans. It hides my prosthetics.
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The prosthetic hand goes to my shoulder as I lost all of it in the explosion. I knocked on the door and waited. Mom opened the door. My hair is in a strict army bun. "Hi mom." I said quietly. "Dynamite is that you. Where have you been?" She asked pulling me in a hug. "Afghanistan." I whispered. She froze and backed away and studied me. "I just wanted to be like my brother. A hero." I whispered tears falling down my cheeks. She hugged me and cried. Dad came to see why there was crying. He stopped in shock. He came over and hugged me tight. He bumped my arm and stopped. "Dyna what happened to your arm." He said. "I lost it in a explosion." I said looking down. "Anything else did you hurt?" He asked. "I have no right leg also. It's a prosthetic leg that the General ordered for me. The arm also. It was gifts for being the best leader in the squads." I said. "Why did you go. You were only fifteen." Mom cried. "Because the both of you blamed me for Charles death. You don't think I blame myself. He practically raised me. I thought of him as my hero when he comes and kisses my boo boos. He would make me sandwiches. You were always arguing, or talking on phones. I had accidentally kicked my ball in the road. You were arguing inside. I looked both ways seeing no cars. I went to get it. The next thing I no I was pushed to the other side. And seeing my big brother my role model bloody dead on the ground. I blame myself everyday that I killed my big brother that I looked up too. I had to live everyday hearing you two yell at me that it was my fault he is dead. I went and served my country so I can be a hero just like him. And I did. I lost my right leg and arm being the hero my brother was to me." I cried. I slide down the wall holding my head. "I want my brother." I whimper. "I know you love him more then me. Because you didn't even want to name me. He named me." I cried. I felt arms around me.
