I wept today....

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28. My dad was a Marine Raider, 1st Marine Division. Lied about his age &joined on December 8, 1941

First wave at Guadalcanal. My grandmother said that after he came home he woke up the house every night, screaming, for over a year. He had occasional nightmares for the rest of his life. He was an avid hunter before the war, but never killed another creature after he came home. He said he'd caused enough death to last 10 lifetimes. God only knows what he saw and did. He contracted Malaria in one of those south Pacific hell holes he was stuck in. Suffered reoccurring bouts until I was about 10. He died of ALS in 2000, and when mom sold the house, I found quinine water in the cupboard--even in the year 2000, he was never without it. He had a lot of scars from his time in the Marines, but he was this little girl's HERO, as he will always be.

So here is a colossal FUCK YOU, Donald J TRUMP, you flaccid, dishonest, cowardly, despicable, vile sack of shit. You aren't fit to whisper any soldier's name in reverence, much less calling them "weak."

After this, I have absolutely no respect for any of his supporters either. They're the worst of America, so fuck them, too.

I miss you every day, dad.