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Jennifer's avatar

As a disabled Gulf War vet I receive my medical at a local VA clinic (which is run very well, and FYI the medical care I receive is far far more personal, thorough and responsive to any that I've ever received on private insurance in the "outside" medical establishment)...and when you go in to check in at the desk there is a picture of that lying, rapist traitor hanging on the wall in pride of place. And every time I've gone in I give it "the bird" (middle finger)...& everyone around me and at the desk laughs and nods their head. We DESPISE him.

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Cheryl Strange's avatar

Several months ago, I found two wartime letters my father had sent to his parents in the 40s. His handwriting was difficult to decipher so I put them aside until today. Here is the first; when I can wipe away the tears and compose myself, I will transcribe and post the second letter.

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Germany

January 14, 1945

Dear Mother,

In your letter of June 5 you abhorred the needless waste of mankind in war. On this I agree. War and everything associated with it is a waste. Then you asked why you should get excited over my volunteering to risk life and limb to come home to a place where democracy was both born and slain? Well it’s this.

I am just the idealist who has yet that little or that much faith in the few or many fair minded Americans and in myself to think that through our combined efforts there can be an Easter for the slain democracy. I think that any possible resurrection would be eliminated and lost forever if some passionate few didn’t make any attempt to revive democracy. I don’t get any real glory from being in this unit, but I get so much satisfaction in knowing how much I am continually contributing to the good causes of my race by merely being here among those whites in nearly every case an equal being, and in some cases by exhibiting superior greatness.

Believe me we are making real progress here. Were you here you could see it daily. From here I know that any danger I was exposed to or shall be exposed to was not in vain, and if it were I would feel better having made a supreme attempt.

I would much rather die trying, and may yet, than to live complacently in our pseudo democracy. I feel that perhaps when I have grandchildren I will not have to tell them they cannot enter a certain theater, or that there is a difference in color.

I hope that a more harmonious associations of races will eliminate most suggestions of differences.

And if not, I can tell them what I have tried to do.

Your son, Wilfred.

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