When I see agent orange Trump talk about honor and sacrifice I think to myself the guy probably can’t even spell the words let alone know what they really mean.
My father graduated high school in 1956 and instead of college he went right into the military, he served in Germany and Korea before being honorably discharged. He had used his last year in the military to learn mail service and was hoping to get a job with the post office when he got home. He instead fell in love and married my mother in 1965 and with a wife and child on the way went to work in a powdered metal factor until he retired in 2002. Sadly he only enjoyed retirement for 2 years when on December 21st 2004 he went into the hospital for routine surgery and came out 8 months later both mentally and physically disabled. He never once bitched and moaned about life being hard or anyone giving him a hard time he just put on his big boy pants and went to work.
My brother graduated high school in 1988 and followed in our fathers footsteps and enlisted in the army. He was stationed in Germany when Desert Storm broke out and being an engineer he was one of the 1st ones in to the country. He came home in 1996 and never talked about what he saw, he was a different person than the one who entered the military and would suffer odd illnesses (thanks to Hillary Clinton and others they got recognized as getting sick in the war). He passed away from a sudden heart attack last year at the age of 45 and it wasn’t until I found his discharge papers that we learned he got the bronze star while in Iraq.
My mother raised 3 boys, my father joked that that was harder than anything he ever did in his life including the military. She went to work in the same factory my father worked in and worked there for over 25 years, on St. Patrick’s day 2012 I noticed she wasn’t feeling well and made her go to the hospital. She was diagnosed with colon cancer and had surgery that night, by the time she was taken by helicopter to Pittsburgh PA she had collapsed lungs, 2 serious infections including MRSA and was given a less than 10% chance of survival. In November 2012 she came home, disabled with a colostomy bag but alive. Around the middle of 2013 we found out her cancer was not gone and had spread to her pelvic region, by the time we lost her on 8/13/2015 it had spread to her lungs. At her funeral I found out that she had been sick for a while and if I hadn’t made her go to the hospital she wouldn’t have went. She was working 12 hours a day 7 days a week to keep up with our bills and so my father had health insurance, even when she was diagnosed with cancer and fighting for her life all she was worried about was how we were going to pay for my fathers bills if she lost her insurance.
In 2004 after my father became disabled I stayed home and decided to help take care of him, we built a ramp on the back porch and with the help of a grant put in a handicap bathroom down stairs where the laundry room was. he came home in the middle of 2005 needing round the clock care with no use of his right arm or leg and only 3 fingers on his left hand he needs help doing everything most of us take for granted. I was spending 12 hours taking care of him and 8 hours working leaving only 2-3 hours of sleep each day. My mother worked 3rd shift while I took care of my father (11P-11A), the first month he was home I took him to the bathroom and after cleaning him up and putting him back in his wheel chair sat him at the sink so he could run water over his hand, I ran out to kitchen for a minute and noticed the water was still running — I went back in to find him in a trance like state saying iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I was on phone with 911 when he stopped and shut water off like nothing happened. That was his first major stroke/seizure and it scared the hell out of me. I stayed up all night from that time on to make sure he was OK and so I was aware when he had to use the bathroom. I left that job in 2010 after getting burned out and in 2012 became the 24/7 care giver for both my mother and father.
Whenever anyone would thank my brother or father for their sacrifices to defend America they would brush it off because to them it was just the right thing to do. Someone asked me once how I could sacrifice my life to take care of my parents and I told them it’s not a sacrifice if it’s the right thing to do ( a lesson I learned from my brother and parents).
My father and brother are 2 of the main reasons I would never or could never support Donald Trump, when I hear all the horrible things he says about the military and veterans it upsets me beyond belief. He acts like being shamed into donating money to veterans makes up for his lack of character and caring, the same man who demanded disabled veterans be removed from his street for lowing his property values not claims to love those veterans. While brave men and women were giving their life or limbs in Vietnam it wasn’t Donald, he was to busy having sex and even compared his battles with not getting an STD to coming home in a body bag.
My father and brother are 2 of the most honorable men I have or will ever know and my mother sacrificed everything first to raise us and finally her health to care for my father. When I hear agent orange talk about his sacrifices it makes me want to throw up, I hope to god I never have the pleasure to meet him or I might get arrested for punching him in his big pumpkin head..
The final star was saying maybe Mrs. Khan was not allowed to speak which is ironic because his ex wives are legally not allowed to speak about him because of non disclosure he made them sign.