I still remember the day when my big brother went to war, he had a wide smile on his face - a grin that couldn't be replaced. My mother was crying tears of joy, or sadness I don't know - I was only young, small enough that the memory is only hazy at best. But now I'm older and I've seen the men who return prematurely or the women who get the news their loved ones have perished. I've written a letter for my brother and I can only hope that it reaches him. I'm writing this in the light of a lamp in the dark of night, if my letter reaches you big brother I love you with all my heart and I wish you a goodnight.All Rights Reserved