It didn't really hit me until after it happened;
The pain rushed in when I realized what the future would hold.
I would never feel your hands or touch your hair.
Forever in the dark, so alone and cold...

Mom always said you were the tough one.
At seven years old, when I was inside playing with my Tea set,
You were playing football with all the boys.
As a young girl, you were so strong and that I will never forget.

You were only a year older than I.
So we spent alot of our time with one another.
In highschool you started getting really into ROTC.
I was scared, because we both knew our futures would seperate each other.

When you turned eighteen, you were gone.
I prayed as you left that everything would be okay.
Your dream was to fly planes, and you became a pilot.
You said when you were flying everything sad just went away.

We sent letters to each other and I waited for you to come back.
You told me how scared you were and I cried, wishing so bad to hold you.
One morning I turned on the news,
And heard them report the attack.
As I heard them read your name aloud
The fear inside me suddenly grew.

"No! That can't be you. They've just messed up." I thought.
THen I saw your picture and I choked, for this, I wasn't prepared.
You were killed a couple of hours before while you fought.
You died without me or mom or anyone, all alone and scared...

This is when it hit me
The realization, the emptyness and the pain.
I wouldn't belive my sister was lying dead somewhere.
That all her sacrifice and work was in vain.

Was this how you wanted it to be?
Did you want to die this way?
Why didn't you even think about me...
I hope in someway you know these things I am about to say.

Never forget our inside jokes, though they might be stupid.
I'll remember how you always took the blame for me.
Don't forget how I used to climb in bed with you after scary movies.
In my life, where ever I go, I know you'll always be.

I hope you know I will always miss your voice.
I'll miss your jokes and all the things you made me see.
I know life was so hard, I hope in death everything is easy.
Someday I will see you again, I know, But for now fly free

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