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Tracing one line in my family.

My father was a Vietnam vet, he reached the rank of Staff Sergeant in the Marines, received both the Bronze Star, and the Purple Heart.

His father was a hydrochemical engineer at standard oil, and was not allowed to enlist. Of his four brothers, three died in the pacific as Marines, and one survived the war in Europe.

Their father faced horrors in Europe I cannot imagine as a chaplain. He was deeply religious, a trait that apparently never passed down.

His father.... I know little about.

But his father? He served under Hancock, and Meade, and others including Grant. I have the rifle he carried at battles such as Antietem, and Fredericksburg, and Gettysburg.

My point? My family has fought for this nation for generations, and I'll fuck my own ass before I bow down to these oligarchs.

We need to fight, we need a leader.