Everyday after school, a young boy would rush home and slam his bedroom door closed. In his closet, neatly hung, is a soldier uniform. Perfectly tailored to fit such a small figure. He traces the carefully sewn on flag with his fingertips, hoping that one day he will wear this to serve his country just like his Father. With a wide grin, he slides one arm threw the sleeve. *click* The helmet strap snaps shut and he's off to play Army Men. His dreams of being a soldier will never come true, the reason is that he has been diagnosed with type one diabetes. I know this because he's my brother; and everyday he asks me if I think he will be a great cadet. My answer following is always "Yes of course." I can't tell him the truth, how would he react?
He'll find out one day on his own and maybe thats for the better. Maybe his dreams would shift direction and forget about the days he played 'Good guy Bad guy' for hours. The days he cuddled up on the couch watching Enemy at the Gates. (Movie about WW2)