I miss Mary. A lot. I know I'm not, but I sure feel as though I'm the first person to ever have a sister sent to a war zone. It is not very fun at all. I can't call her, I can't talk to here whenever I want. It is hard. And now, getting married without her, NOT a fan of this idea. She's such a good kid, and it's not fair that she's over there. Don't get me wrong, I'm so very proud of her. She's fighting for something that not many truly believe in anymore. She's fighting for a country that she loves. And for that, I love and respect her more than anybody.