Memorial Days

Albeit sincere a Memorial Day article is to some degree a fluff piece. I like to say that I’m an American, a progressive and a Democrat in that order. The third is largely caused by the second and without the lives given by many who came before, and arguably after, me being the first would be meaningless. I want to honor them and many other veterans in other than an ordinary manner. Then I intend to end this posting with a twist you won’t read elsewhere that should serve as somewhat of a warning.

I never wore the uniform. I feel I need to disclose that early on. Many of my generation served in Vietnam or in that era. Many of those that we are fortunate enough to still have among us suffer from survivor’s remorse. This is an affliction (which my World War II late father may have had) where the veteran wonders why they were spared when their peers were not.

In days gone by many were drafted which was to a degree a matter of luck. You could simply have been fortune and not called. You may (like me) have received a high lottery number and therefore not be called or forced to make a choice. There were other deferments, many to at least some degree a matter of privilege, available effecting the likelihood of being called.

For those who were called it was also a matter of orders. Nobody, regardless of rank, writes their own orders. If you weren’t sent; you weren’t sent. It is that simple.

If you survived duty in combat, it may have been a matter of luck. More than one seasoned veteran told their younger companions that when your number is up; your number is up. It is that simple. In addition to that you may have enhanced your chances of survival because you did a better job preparing yourself in training and/or you were fortunate enough to have a better trainer(s). If you haven’t noticed by now, luck plays a huge role in this.

You may have served -enlisted or drafted – during a time of no combat. That is largely a matter of luck. No person can predict what the global hostilities situation will be the years down the road of their active service.

Whether you agreed with the action or not is irrelevant and your right as an American. That is especially true for those who made the ultimate sacrifice (which is what we are supposed to be honoring today).

Now it’s time for me to get a bit snarky.

On Memorial Day 1927 (97 years ago) Fred Trump, the late father of Donald Trump, was detained by New York City Police in connection with a KKK demonstration in Queens. I’m being careful in my verbiage because some facts cannot be verified. It seems that certain records are lost and/or unavailable at this point, which is both believable and convenient for Donald. Perhaps Fred was just passing by. Perhaps he loved a parade and just paused to watch it go by at an inopportune moment.

While I believe that it is not be fair to fault the son for the sins of the father, Daddy Trump, much like his son, was no stranger to legal problems. Especially for members of the Lucky Sperm Cell Club apples don’t often fall far from the tree. This is appears to be the case for Cadet Bone Spurs who refers to dead veterans as losers and suckers.

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