Who is Trump to put down heroes?

To the editor:

My father, Edmund Bernard Rea, died July 12, 1943, at Gela Beach, Sicily. He was 27 years old. The Gela Beach invasion was one year before the D-Day invasion.

My father was in North Africa under the command of Gen. George Patton and helped fight Rommel. They crossed the Mediterranean in the invasion of Sicily, and he was killed on the second day. I was 5 months old.

My family had the Gold Star on our front door window for years until the sun dry-rotted it, and it shredded.

Edmund Bernard Rea was returned to the states and reburied at Oakwood Cemetery in Martinsville, when I was 4 1/2 years old. I’m the one who puts flags and flowers on his grave.

When I see that egotistical, narcissistic, draft-dodging, piece of dirt that we have currently in the White House putting down war heroes like that young man from Charlottesville or John McCain, my blood boils.

Two of my best friends served in the Vietnam era. One was a captain in the United States Rangers Division as well as the 82{sup}nd{/sup} Airborne Division; the other was an 18-year-old high school kid. He was drafted, and his “senior trip” was to the front lines. He currently has cancer from exposure to Agent Orange.

Donald Trump’s not fit to clean these men’s combat boots.

If we are ever in a war, which he will probably start, we can always look for him under the Lincoln bed hollering, “Are they gone yet?”

He has two sons who are still military age who seem to have a lot of spare time on their hands, like shooting elephants in Africa that are near extinction and cutting off their tails and waving them at cameras for photo ops.

Maybe a few months at Fort Sill, Okla., or Fort Bragg, N.C., would “man them up!”