I'm amazed that someone of such delicate fortitude survived to be a veteran. Could you imagine this whiney whimp defending our country? I bet he cried for mama the whole time he was deployed.
Utterly sickening. My father, who died Friday, was at Normandy bright and early on June 6, 1944, as well as four other beach incursions. This man should've spent some time around my Pop.
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