I know I'm one of the last people you want to see or hear from right now, Tata. But, I just wanted to say I love you, little brother.
I don't know if you're going to ever come home but I left something for you.
((OOC note: If Taj does go back to the house, he'll find a metal ammo box that looks rather beat up on the front door step. The name 'EASTWOOD' is pressed into the metal with small nicks. A little piece of parchment paper is strapped on top with a bit of tape reading "For the one none of us want to lose and for the person I should of opened myself fully to." scribbled into Dally's hand writing. If Taj opens the box, he'll see it's stuffed full of letters from Iraq that Dally never sent, along with a well worn photo of the brothers as kids- torn at the edges and washed by the sun- adhered to the flip top of the box. Beneath the stack of letters is more paper folded up; these are drawings done by Dally. Life like drawings of his brothers from memory in each stage of life- and the forms he seen- along with a few 'guessing' drawings where Dally has written little notes about each brothers likes and dislikes then a small blurb of his thoughts. Upon one where he envisioned what Taj might have looked like before returning home, Dally has written "I think I made a mistake here. I can't get the eyes right. I don't think anyone can. You can't capture the soul of something you don't fully understand...I wish I did, like I use to. It use to be so easy when we were little, right? I want to go back to that now. I miss you." Finally beneath that stack of bound drawings is another- wrapped in cloth neatly. This a small, pocket size journal where the evidence of Dally's mental state slowly being damaged can be understood and how he worries about being captured or having to kill himself as not to reveal information. One of the lines hastily written states "I don't want to die. I don't want to leave. Everyone else is okay with it, and I pretend I am but...I think about them. I wonder how they will go on without me and if it will make a difference. I want to go home, but now I'm scared that maybe? I don't even have a home. Maybe I made the biggest mistake of my life and I'm too proud to admit that. I try to cry but the sand made it so I can't; or maybe that was the last taste of humanity I had....Bitter sweet. Maybe this is the side of me I've been running away from."))