Dancing With The Enemy

 

My Dad died shortly before 9/11. My ten year old nephew found him lying on the kitchen floor with a cookie in his hand. For my nephew, his buddy was gone. Neither of my parents were in good health during their lives. They lived in an era where doctors smoked with them in hospital rooms. I'm glad he never saw what happened on September 11th and I'm glad he will never read the tweet from our recent president who claims the North Korean dictator is his friend. What a fucking slap in the face to all the men and women who fought for their freedom. I was just a child who sat at our kitchen table and watched my Dad go somewhere else as he stared off into the past. I remember him describing a day they were hunkered down in a field as Chinese soldiers fired upon them. He then said he had never felt so cold. It seeped into their skin and bones and he could smell the death of his fellow soldiers. Eventually, he stopped talking about those days to us, but he never stopped thinking about them and he would often stop by the local AMVETS for a beer and most likely they the men talked of their time when they didn't believe they'd ever come home. 

I don't think I can convey my feelings about our president who is a traitor. He is a psychopathic, walking disaster. I am distraught and ashamed of the people I voted for who do nothing and allow this one man to wreck havoc to everything he touches. This is not what my Dad fought for. This is not what thousands upon thousands of boys died for. 

We can never walk back this time in history. These are our darkest days and we allow one man to make a mockery of my father and all the men and women who gave their lives for a better world.

Shame on him. And shame on us.