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​ Johnny always told me not to fear the future, not to forget the past but the cautious of both. I aint afraid to say I miss my big brother. Johnny was very athletic, her ran track in high school. He went on to not only run track in college but hurdles as well. Because not only could he run, he could jump as well. Johnny was a very envied track star, he ran with such power and grace. He not only was a talented runner, but was brave, bold and always humble. Like even if he knew you knew what he was thinking, he still wouldn’t tell you, it drove mamma nuts. Johnny had dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, and was tall and strong and had a huge heart. He was this small town’s brave solider. Johnny had served over seas three times ranging from stays from four months to twelve. Even before Johnny, he always got startled easily. Like this one time, he was sleepin in the big reclining chair, and a thunder storm started to roll in. Well the second you could hear thunder, Johnny jumped up out of the chair, with the recliner still all the way reclined. How he did that one, I have still yet to figure out. I never feel bad about it at first, but you had to wonder what ran through his head you know what he’d seen in all. Johnny never argued, was never nasty even if I did get a bit annoying. Johnny left for his last tour about six months ago and it’s weird to think that he not commin home this time. The banner still hangs on the post office building saying “Come Home Safe Johnny”; his room still hasn’t been touched by anyone, not even momma or I, and I don’t think anyone ever will. 
 * A Writing For Johnny**