My brother, Bob is not a veteran of any famous war and was never a war hero, but he is a hero to me.
He was injured while performing training tank manevers in the army.
The tank rolled over on top of him, crushing him beneath, if not for the muddy field he would have died instantly.
Turn's out, that accident will probably eventually lead to his death anyway. There were radioactive packets on that tank and they exploded when the tank crashed.
Bob's body was saturated with radiation and the doctors told him he would develop cancer in the future.
He is now fighting his 3rd bout with this disease.
The only possible way for him to survive this time is for him to let the doctors try extreme experimental procedures on him. But, they say he has nothing to lose, because he will die soon without the treatments and he might die even if he goes through with them.
Anyone who meets Bob will see a strong, funny, friendly, charismatic man. He's a blast to be around and so strong.
Nobody would ever imagine what he is going through. He tells me he's in constant pain but won't let it stop him from living life to the fullest. He does get down at times, but will only confide in his little sister (me), he doesn't want anyone else to know when he is down or in pain.
Somehow, Bob got the word that I love Taylor's music and that Taylor was having a show in Houston, Tx and on the spur of the moment told me we were going. I struggled with the decision to go or not, cause you see, I would have to put in a full days work, drive 3 hours to Houston, see the show, drive back and go to work early the next morning. But, he really wanted to spend some special time with me. So, I said what the heck, I'll go! I mean what could be better than spending time with my brother and seeing my fave musician! We went to the show and had a blast. Me, front and center transfixed by every word Taylor sang. Bob hovering towards the back, enjoying the show and watchin over me.
On the loooong tiresome drive home, he unloaded alot of his worries and fears on me. We had to stop half way beacuse he became very ill. We made it home safe.
He told me he really like Taylor's music and that he broke down and cried when Taylor sang "Nineteen". A lady standing next to him at the concert made sure he was o.k. and he was, but just over-come with emotion.
You see, even though he is not a decorated war hero like the kid in "Nineteen" he is still a veteran and a hero to me.
Nineteen has been one of my favorite songs since "The Distance" came out, but now it holds an even more special place in my heart. The only thing is, it's hard for me to listen to it now without breaking down.
Thanks, Taylor for bringing my brother and I closer together.
He's still fighting!!!!!
Patty
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