I’m hiding out from my past.

My family suffered a horrendous loss and I’m the one to blame.

Now, I’m in the military where no one knows what’s happened. It’s become a way of life for me where I don’t have to have my entire focus on my past. It’s only when I’m alone that I think of what’s happened in my life. The guilt weighs heavy on my shoulders.

Secrets come out and I have to figure out if it’s on me to continue shouldering the blame or move on with my life.

Can I really be the man my big brother always thought I could be?