My little brother called last night. I was great to hear his voice, even if a nasty cold and a bad international connection made the conversation a little difficult.
After going through some rough patches, he decided to join the Air Force, and shipped off to basic training at the beginning of October. He was only allowed to communicate with the outside world via letters and the occasional phone call, and since calling China was impractical and apparently none of my letters got to him, last night was the first time I had talked to him since he left for training.
He’s going to be an aircraft technician, and hopes to get posted to Germany or Italy. On the phone, he sounded a lot more grown up than he did two months ago. I’m really proud of him.
