“My twin brother, Jeffery, left for Afghanistan in May of 2012. Hugging him goodbye was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. When you hug your loved one goodbye and you don’t know if it will be the last time, the hardest thing to do is let go! We were military brats growing up, so we’ve always been extremely close. Our birthday is on the 18th of December. This was the first one out of 26 years that we would spend apart… including Christmas! On the 29th, my dad told me that Jeffery is on U.S soil, but is caught in a snowstorm and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night. For the next hour I was running around the house screaming, jumping and singing, “My brother is in the USA. My twin is in AMERICA!!”
While I was playing a game downstairs, I got called upstairs to help with something. I saw a car pull up to the neighbors’ house and started staring at the dark figures lingering around the car. My mom kept yelling at me to shut the door. After I shut the door, she hugged me and said, “Tara, honey, I know you think he’s coming home tonight and you’re convinced we’re trying to surprise you, but he’s NOT coming home tonight.” It was the same voice that had comforted me in other hard times! I was convinced and started to cry. A couple minutes later, I was called back downstairs to finish the game… The rest was caught on video!”
- Tara D.
WARNING: Loud screaming ahead!