Her brother was, and still is her hero.

When he wasn't training to go fight, he would always watch out for his sister.

Making sure she was always safe, and making sure no guys hurt her.

Her brother always wore two silver dog tags.

He made a promise that when he came back, he'd give her those tags.

A couple months later, we all stand around her hero's casket, crying, holding each other.

One of her hero's friends read a note that her brother had written before he died.

"Tazie, I may not be back in person, but I'm keeping my promise."

Her hero's friend handed her the silver tags and Tazie then dropped to her knees in tears.

Not a day goes by that I don't see her wearing those tags proudly.