Clue burner alert

Memorial Day is not a day for celebration or picnics or sales or "Ain't I special" tweets. It's the one freaking day of the year when we should remember of those millions who placed themselves, as it says in our National Anthem, between their beloved home and war's devastation. Then, paid the ultimate price.

Do you have any idea how most of them paid that price? I doubt it, but here goes: Cut in half by flying debris, burned to a crisp, blown to bits, drowned, smothered, gagging up their melting lungs (mustard gas), bleeding out from an arm or leg torn by a mini ball, their guts spilling out. Damn few of them died from neat bullet hole to the forehead. Some of them so completely destroyed that even their names are lost. That's why it's called The Tomb of the Unknown. Then there's the MIAs (that's missing in action). Oh, a few finally come home, but most are gone forever. Those are some battle causalities. I won't bother you with all the ugly ones caused by disease. Until WWII the disease causality rate was higher than the battle ones.

Now secondary effect: Family and friends - love lost, work undone, dreams unfulfilled, children unborn or left orphans, futures destroyed, questions unanswered, pain that never completely goes away.

So yeah, those of us who experienced the above like having the bone fragments of the guy next to us having his head blown off get embedded in our back or getting a phone call from his sobbing mother that your fiance was killed when his chopper was shot down, excuse us, but we do think Marie Ivanka's tweet is negative. Can't speak for others, but this ole sarge and wife of a combat PTSD victim thinks it's fucking disgusting.

Oh yeah, clue burner for the faux princess: Memorial Day is not a day to thank veterans or active duty personnel. There is another day for that; it's call Veterans Day. It's 11 November, but don't bother. Your 'thanks' is worthless.