On Memorial Day, we’re supposed to somberly reflect on men and women whose lives were ended by war, ended by fighting for you.
No one does that. Maybe they watch a John Wayne movie and eat disgusting hot dogs cooked over charcoal and chase them with cheap beer like Pabst. But that’s it. No thought given to anyone who was killed by live fire, no one who died in agony on a stretcher, no one who died later of wounds so gross you would throw up if you were there.
This Memorial Day, while Trump pisses on the graves of soldiers, freedom fighters, Marines, air crews and pilots, sailors and everyone else who answered the call to war, their memories will be kept only by people like you. Don’t turn your backs to them.
Remember what cost freedom has, and ask yourselves, “Did they really die for nothing? Was Bunker Hill, Gettysburg, the Somme, Peleliu, and the Ardennes all worthless after all?”

Then look around you, and watch the news, and you’ll have your answer.