I don't own anything especially the song I drive your truck by Lee Brice

I have to slam the door to make sure it shuts. I had told my brother for years to get it fixed but he would just laugh it off and say 'Dude it's not broken. So don't make fun of my totally awesome truck like that.' I look around at the fine layer of dust that settled on everything and just as I turn the ignition I watch his dog tags sway on the rearview mirror.

But I don't touch it or the half-finished bottle of Coke on the floor board. I do turn back as I pull out and see his army shirt, cowboy boots and his bomber jacket slung over the back seat and I feel my heart sink deep into my stomach.

I shake my head saying to the air, "This thing burns gas like crazy." But then I really don't mind it that much. All the countries cope in different ways and this is mine. I roll every window down and I go flying up every back road in this small town letting his favorite country music blare in my ears.

I remember trying to tell him to turn it down saying that my ears were actually bleeding but he'd just laugh again before finally turning it down for a mile before turning it back up again. But now I'm the one that spins that dial so it almost shakes the whole truck.

I let out a laugh thinking how you'd would probably punch my arm right now for crying…but for your people and mine I'm trying to be tough.

I speak out again, "You know England asked me this morning at the meeting if I've been by your grave…but Al that flag and stone isn't where I feel you." I stop as I wipe my eyes and look towards an old field.

That was the same one a few years ago Al and I 'tore up' as he called so I hit the gas and race towards the field letting the grass and mud fly. I leave deep scars in the earth before I jump out into it and fall to my knees. I look up at the sky and scream…I let it out, every deep pain, sadness and anger. I shoot it up towards the sky, hoping that you hear me, you miss me.

I can't stop myself, "Fuck you God…Fuck you… W-why?" I've been alone and forgotten for a long time but when I needed my brother he was there. He might have been annoying at times but he didn't deserve to die. "Why him? Damn it, answer me! Please!"

I swear I can hear him behind me and I'm back to those years ago. He's behind me getting out of the driver's seat, "Damn Mattie I wasn't going that fast." I just blink at him and that same carefree smile plastered on his face, "Come on Bro. Hey just this once why don't you drive us back."

He tosses me the keys and in an instant he's gone, "Sure Al…" I tighten my grip feeling the cold metal almost slicing through my hand. "I'll drive your truck."

I hop back in and I slam the door closed. I feel some of my pain evaporate as I sense his presence around me. "I'll always miss you America and I hope you don't mind that I drive your truck."

I swear I can hear his answer, "I miss you too Mattie and Dude I don't mind at all."