My brother was drafted when things took a turn from bad to worse and to make things even harder, he had to leave only two days after finding out he had to go. I begged him to stay. I told him that we could hide him. But being the amazing person he is, he said he needed to "Serve and protect" and told me this would be the best way to help the world. We got letters in the beginning telling us not to worry and telling us that he would see us soon. But after a month the letters stoped coming and when there was a knock at the door a few weeks later mom and I knew it wouldn't be good.
"Is the mother of Mitchell Collens here." The man in the fancy black top and dark blue pants said. Before another word could be spoken mom dropped to the floor and started to sob uncontrollably. The man in the fancy pants kept talking, I guess he just assumed the crying women was mom, "I'm sorry to inform you ma'am but your son is what we call MIA. No one has seen or heard from him in over a month. We are doing everything we can to locate him but there's not much else that can be done. We are vary sorry."
I was only 15 at this point witch meant all I chose to hear was the fact they were still looking for him, witch meant there was a chance he was still alive. And all mom chose to hear was there was nothing else that could be done.
I sat at the front door everyday waiting for him to show up and tell me he was sorry for being gone so long and then I would punch him for scaring the ever loving shit out of mom and me. But in my second week of waiting, shit really hit the fan.
