Yesterday, my brother came home from Afghanistan.
But he wasn't the Tom I remember. He was taken in a helicopter straight to a hospital. I don't know what's been going on there, my mum won't tell me... All I know is that Tom was badly injured. I took school off today to see him. He looks terrible. None of his limbs have been blown off or anything, but he's had 3 operations already and he's on life support. Because of his experiences in Afghanistan, he doesn't trust anyone. He doesn't even remember me or anyone else in my family.
He's only 20. He doesn't deserve this.
I love you Tom.