My Brother (PART 1)

The army here in Colombia is a much respected institution and everybody loves it until it is their turn to join it. The military service is obligatory for all male citizens once they turn 18. This is a very important decision because your life is divided into before the army and after the army. I know this as a fact because my brother went to the army. He wasn’t exactly the guerrilla fighter but he was in the battalion 24/7. He made a part of the president’s guard which is supposedly the best place you can be in. I am going to start from the top, from the point my father decided to make my brother leave to where he is right now.
Whilst growing up my sister and I have had a very special relationship or a good relationship. We understand each other, we respect each other and we treat the other as if a true brother. With my brother, the middle child, we never got along. He was what we like to call the black sheep. Not one day passed when we did not fight or argue for stupid little things that turned into a big problem. He was quite the bully with me and I feared him. Here’s where my sister came in to defend me and they got into terrible disputes. My brother is not a person of words and he lacks speaking skills so he defends himself with his fists. My sister and I have that gift so we have great comebacks and always know where it hurts. Besides my brother has always been an athlete so his physical strength was much greater than that of Andrea and me. It all ended with Andrea throwing the remote control at his head or a glass of whatever was around and he would chase her as she locked herself into her room. My parents are always working so they came home to hear the bad news. Sometimes we had to call them because when my brother lost it there was nothing much to do. He always turned to be the bad guy because he had done all the bruising. Most of the time he was the bad guy, but my sister was also to blame because held this amazing power over him that every little thing she said affected him in a way you don’t understand. I am the little one in the family so my parents somehow side with me but they weren’t mistaken. I sided with them when my brother got against them. I don’t know what it is but I seem to understand them very well so I know what they want and what they expect out of me. My brother and sister tend to be rebels or think they are rebels so they tend to become a regular head ache for my parents. Now days our relationship is much more mature but my brother and sister have this tendency to make everybody crazy, making everybody notice their presence.