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Not to scream and whine and blubber about how many beautiful boys gave EVERYTHING for the shit we've been going through for the past twenty years or so never to happen to us. Because I'd been doing it so long... to crickets... it only seemed to make it more depressing, but, goddammit, Hank just got me right in the kisser.
I think about the soldier who stayed behind his troop to hold off swiftly approaching Germans so they could get clear of certain slaughter, and the miracle of those Germans swiftly approaching... to surrender.
I think of the soldier who went back to France to visit the grave of his best buddy EVERY year of the rest of his life, to tell him what a great life he was having, to assure his pal he wasn't going to waste a split second of the life he died to insure for him.
I think of all those boys advancing through mud and surf and barbed wire to the enemy because they loved us. Never mind about the pigs who made it necessary. The beautiful humans who loved us that much.
Every single member of Donald's cabinet better goddam remember and live up to it, goddammit. I'm listening to the All-In besties laying out the economic storm for us right now, and we know it's going to be ROUGH for a while, but it MUST happen. Some of us could turn into bag ladies and we are STILL behind it.
We're doing it because we LOVE every last American who died for us.
pipe up any time....
