Being raised by EX- BDF soldier

My acquaintances call me James. I am a young man of 20 years and I have four siblings.  I was introduced to this world by two loving parents. I say “loving parents” because their presence, joy and happiness always seemed to follow me around wherever I went. My days in paradise were short lived. After six years of my existence, my little brother arrived on earth. Responsibilities started piling up as I had to act as the big brother not just a big brother but a tough one.

My dad was a soldier, which meant for each mistake I made I had to be disciplined. I remember those days well. I used to baby sit during the school holidays whenever my parents went out to work. Usually when they arrived home, my little brother would complain about how hungry he was and the first thing I would get from my dad was be a slap on my face, followed by few soccer kicks on my back. The one sided war usually ended with a military boot on my neck.