I was 4 years old when he left.  Who left? My uncle Nataniel.  Left where?  To the Marines.  I didn't want him to.  I love him so much. Once I  saw him walk out that door with his luggage I burst into tears.  I didn't know where he was going but i didn't care I wanted  him to come back.  Over the years I learned  where he went and why.  I still remember.  Right now he is in Afghanistan.  And i'm scared.  Why?  Because if he gets killed in war.  I still video chat with him, but thats not enough for me.