In 1975… I was a high school senior seventeen years of age. Before becoming a lawyer–my father was a lieutenant in the U.S. Navy. That’s why I was born in San Diego.
My Uncle George was a Purple Heart recipient in WWII as he was wounded serving as an expert marksman who was part of a force in Europe which cleaned out enemy snipers.
My Uncle George didn’t have blisters or some other bullshit excuse to avoid serving. In fact, he lied about his age at seventeen to be admitted into the Army.
Obviously–I’m grateful the Vietnam War ended my senior year of high school. But I would have gone if the draft hadn’t ended and my name was selected.
Today… the U.S. passed the 58,000 mark of Americans who were killed in the Vietnam War.
It’s a shame John McCain isn’t still living. Perhaps, he could have at some juncture at the least explained to Donald Trump what it means to serve your country with honor.