Donald Trump, if I take away the misogyny and the utter contempt you have towards women, especially women of color, I would hate you. If I take away you openly admitting, multiple times to sexually assaulting many women, I would hate you. If you take away your blatant disregard for the struggling and the poor, I would hate you. All of your lies, deceit, false religious advocacy, turning Americans against one another…..Take all of that away, I would still hate you.
Donald Trump, you are a coward. While members of my family and millions of others were torn apart by war and the draft, you used your wealth and your influence to get out of that draft. Not once, not even twice, but five times. Five times you coward. While those of less means fought and died and struggled. You sat in your palaces and laughed at how clever you were. Miraculous how after the war you had no more “bone spurs”. Praise god…….
Donald Trump, I am a combat Vet with the 82nd Airborne division. Arguably the most highly trained and deadly fighting force the world has ever seen. We can be deployed anywhere in the world in less than 18 hours, boots on the ground, fighting. And so we were. And so I was. The amount of destruction we, as mostly 18-22 year old kids caused was nothing short of holy hell. The bodies. So many bodies. Ripped and torn and blown to pieces. Some burned to nothing more than charred husks. Smoking ruins of buildings and vehicles spread across the desert like macabre effigies. You cannot imagine what it is like causing and seeing this. We did what we were supposed to do. It was a hostile force and they needed to be stopped. We stopped them. Quickly. We spent a year over there.. A year of nonstop hypervigilance, Of always being on edge, always looking over your shoulder.
Now, we come home. Now the adrenaline fades and the chaos fades and things slow down to normal. Now, we remember those bodies. Now, we remember the terror and fear that those people felt. Now we remember the terror and fear that we felt. Now the memories and visions start. Now, we remember friends dying. Now we remember those bullets and IEDs. Now, we are unsure of how to handle these things. We are called “pu**ies” and told to “get over it” by those who were not there when we ask for help with it. Now we don’t sleep as well as we used to. Or, at all some nights. Now, my friends that “can’t handle it”, as you said Donald Trump, start taking their own lives. So many of my friends are gone and I weep for them. And you, in your round about way, called them cowards. How could you. How dare you. Robby was a good boy, just turned 20. I had to watch as he was pulled out of a vehicle after we got home, in the motor pool after he had shot himself in the head. Because as you say, Donald Trump, he “couldn’t handle it”. I buried that laughing, smiling boy. I will never forget him. He was the first of too many who “couldn’t handle it”.
How dare you not visit the graves of our fallen military because you didn’t want to mess up your fucking hair. You are a coward. How dare you, after two years not once visit the troops. You are the worst kind of coward. How any vet could vote or support you on this one subject alone is beyond my ability to understand.
I know why you are the way that you are Donald Trump. You don’t know what it is to be human. You are a bully and a coward. You are the worst part of America. I love this country so much and you have tried to tear it to pieces. You are going to fail because you are a failure at everything you do. Fuck you Donald Trump. You weak pathetic coward. Ozzymoto, Vet
