Diplomacy and Brothers

As I'm writing this, my brother is headed for Afghanistan.  He isn't in the military, he's in the diplomatic corps.    It seems very odd to me that he ended up being a cookie pusher (he prefers that name to "dip").  I can remember countless road trips in our childhood fighting with him and our younger brother in the back seat of the family station wagon.  You absolutely were not allowed to cross over his imaginary line.  Also you couldn't touch him.  Also, no singing.  He would have made a rule about breathing if he had thought he could get away with it.  So see kids... there is no end to what you can be in life or where you can go.  He grew up to be very polite, so he gets to go to Afghanistan.  He's been before and he actually liked it.  Go figure.