Big Brother

George Orwell has cornered the market on that phrase to the degree that it has been impugned since he published his book 1984. I, however, don't have that in mind when I consider my older brother, Mark. He was a great big brother while we were growing up. When the picture was taken of us together, I was 4, and he was 5. We had our disagreements and sibling rivalries, but when it was important, and when it counted, he was a defender, a protector, and a friend. Those traits have never left him. He has served our country unselfishly, faithfully, and without reservation. I admire and love him for that. So, without reservation, I'm proud that Mark is my big brother.