I sat down on the bed with my brother - whoa, that was weird to say - Martin. In shock, I kept looking at him, examining his face.
"What happened to your nose?" I asked, not able to keep my eyes off of the mark.
"Well, I got this in the army, special forces."
"Special forces? You were in the army?" I couldn't believe it.
Our father had raised us all to be fairly proper and not at all outdoorsy. However, my father certainly did have a mean streak, which I guess could be useful in the special forces.
"Yep. I left. I couldn't take it with Dad anymore. Joined the army."
"That's why you're so buff."
He smiled and flexed his bicep. I grabbed it and made a goofy face to show I was impressed.
