My dad was terminally ill in 2016 with pulmonary fibrosis and could barely get out of bed. He was on oxygen. It took everything he had to walk from the bed to the bathroom. But that Election Day he got up and got ready and went with my mom to cast a vote for Trump. It took everything he had to do it, but he did it. After Trump defeated Hillary, my dad was thrilled. It gave him a little pep and a renewed hope. He was hoping to hang around until the inauguration, but unfortunately, he died shortly after the New Year. Not long after his death, my mom got a letter from President Trump. It was a letter of appreciation for my father’s service in the military. It meant the world to my mom, as my dad was in Vietnam and had been spit on when he arrived back in the USA. Trump was the first and only politician to ever say thank you.
My uncle is in a somewhat similar situation, but I do believe he has some hope for a full recovery. We shall see.
What a story! DJT is such a gem. I was about 12 when the bulk of them were returning, and did not understand this response from people. It made quite the impression on me though. As did my brother's draft number coming up A-1, just when they stopped the draft. And 2 of his HS buddies that were helicopter pilots and made it back. Nothing good about their stories.
My father made it back and then they sent his older brother. My father had been there and witnessed the horrors, so he knew the mess his brother was going to experience. It was a tough time. By the grace of God, they both survived. However years later, my dad got PF and thinks it was probably from his time in Vietnam where he had to burn waste. The horrors of his experiences never left him. Your brother was lucky.
Yeah 'Nam was something else. The horrors of it never left anyone I ever knew who was there. One guy, a drummer, was black ops there. Dropped into the jungle alone with no support. Tasked with executing high level very protected people. If he didn't return with proof they were dead, don't bother to come back. If he ever got captured they would disavow any knowledge of him. If he got injured or killed, no help is coming.
In 2004 he still had flashbacks so bad he couldn't trust himself not to kill someone if a guest ever slept overnight, just in his sleep. He finally got relief via a type of trauma therapy, (it uses eye movement but I can't find anything online referencing it, only an article stating that most effective treatments aren't offered) then suffered from cancer caused by agent orange and died.
My Brother's 2 HS buddies that I knew before they left flew choppers, dropping off a load of soldiers every day. Drop a bomb to clear out the lz, arrive later to pick them back up. Neither ever picked up a single one, over their entire tour of duty. The strategy was never changed. I learned from a young age that we don't fight to win.
Hope your uncle hangs in there.
Thanks. I do too.
My dad was terminally ill in 2016 with pulmonary fibrosis and could barely get out of bed. He was on oxygen. It took everything he had to walk from the bed to the bathroom. But that Election Day he got up and got ready and went with my mom to cast a vote for Trump. It took everything he had to do it, but he did it. After Trump defeated Hillary, my dad was thrilled. It gave him a little pep and a renewed hope. He was hoping to hang around until the inauguration, but unfortunately, he died shortly after the New Year. Not long after his death, my mom got a letter from President Trump. It was a letter of appreciation for my father’s service in the military. It meant the world to my mom, as my dad was in Vietnam and had been spit on when he arrived back in the USA. Trump was the first and only politician to ever say thank you.
My uncle is in a somewhat similar situation, but I do believe he has some hope for a full recovery. We shall see.
God bless your dad. He’s in a better place now.
Thank you. I sure do miss that tough Marine!
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What a story! DJT is such a gem. I was about 12 when the bulk of them were returning, and did not understand this response from people. It made quite the impression on me though. As did my brother's draft number coming up A-1, just when they stopped the draft. And 2 of his HS buddies that were helicopter pilots and made it back. Nothing good about their stories.
Pulmonary fibrosis is no joke!
My father made it back and then they sent his older brother. My father had been there and witnessed the horrors, so he knew the mess his brother was going to experience. It was a tough time. By the grace of God, they both survived. However years later, my dad got PF and thinks it was probably from his time in Vietnam where he had to burn waste. The horrors of his experiences never left him. Your brother was lucky.
Yeah 'Nam was something else. The horrors of it never left anyone I ever knew who was there. One guy, a drummer, was black ops there. Dropped into the jungle alone with no support. Tasked with executing high level very protected people. If he didn't return with proof they were dead, don't bother to come back. If he ever got captured they would disavow any knowledge of him. If he got injured or killed, no help is coming.
In 2004 he still had flashbacks so bad he couldn't trust himself not to kill someone if a guest ever slept overnight, just in his sleep. He finally got relief via a type of trauma therapy, (it uses eye movement but I can't find anything online referencing it, only an article stating that most effective treatments aren't offered) then suffered from cancer caused by agent orange and died.
My Brother's 2 HS buddies that I knew before they left flew choppers, dropping off a load of soldiers every day. Drop a bomb to clear out the lz, arrive later to pick them back up. Neither ever picked up a single one, over their entire tour of duty. The strategy was never changed. I learned from a young age that we don't fight to win.
I like DJT's approach better!
I hope he gets to see the results.