A podiatrist's daughter says Donald Trump may have been able to avoid military service in Vietnam because her father, a podiatrist in Queens, New York, did a “favor” for Donald’s …
A podiatrist's daughter says Donald Trump may have been able to avoid military service in Vietnam because her father, a podiatrist in Queens, New York, did a “favor” for Donald’s father Fred and diagnosed 22-year-old Trump with bone spurs in his heels. And Donald now 73, went on to take over his wealthy father’s housing empire, later publicly advocated the lynching of five innocent black teenagers (“the Central Park Five”)— and still in subsequent years gets in several rounds of golf a week despite the adverse effect of any bone spurs of crucial younger years.
Following (verbatim) is an article published over last weekend by the Editorial Board of the Washington Post, the headline reading: Trump’s pardon of Gallagher just got even more appalling.
“FREAKING EVIL.” That is how Special Operator First Class Craig Miller described Eddie Gallagher, the chief of his Navy SEAL platoon. Then, he wept.
The New York Times last week revealed investigative video recordings of testimony from members of SEAL Team 7 who reported behavior from Chief Petty Officer Gallagher that they believed violated the spirit of their profession and the rule of military law.
These agonizing accounts make even more appalling President Trump’s unprecedented decision to reverse Chief Gallagher’s demotion and pardon two other service members convicted of war crimes this fall, and to preserve Chief Gallagher’s Trident pin by preempting the plans of Navy commanders.
The SEALs’ descriptions portray a fighter unhinged from the military’s mission of defending the nation and dedicated instead to his own desire to spill blood. Chief Gallagher, SEALs said, purposely exposed his soldiers to enemy fire and thought casualties in his platoon could win him a Silver Star. They said he bragged that “burqas were flying” when he shot at women and boasted after an operation that he had killed four of them — with the excuse that he had fired warning shots first. Other members of the platoon, they said, began to spend their days trying to “save civilians from Eddie.”
The SEALs called Chief Gallagher a “psychopath.” He was “toxic.” He was “literally the worst of the worst.” His priority for the tour? “War stories at the end.” His motivation? “To kill anybody he can.”
These men broke the customary code of silence maintained by the SEALs because they thought Chief Gallagher’s behavior violated something more sacred: the duty of the men and women who fight for the United States to fight for it honorably. It’s this sacred duty that the president ridicules by allowing “Fox & Friends” and other right-wing media to lobby him into excusing — even rewarding — ethical lapses. What does this say to any soldier who wants to speak up about wrongdoing? Those who tried to hold Chief Gallagher to account are suffering insults on national television, while the petty officer, now retired with full honors, is palling around with the president at Mar-a-Lago.
The story is of a commander in chief who has shown little respect for the chain of command, and little regard for the imperative of military professionalism and virtue. But it’s also the story of individual service members who knew better — and did better. “Let’s not forget there are 7-12 of us in here who had the balls to tell the truth about what Eddie has done,” one of the whistleblower SEALs texted his compatriots. The rest of the country shouldn’t forget, either.
That concludes the Post’s comment. Following is a bit more on why Trump will never be a hero. It’s doubtful Trump would have faced front-line service in any case . . . have been one of the 58,000 U.S, troops killed. More likely he’d have received some cushy “special services” assignment had he been drafted.
However. I was a bit perturbed by his hijinks because of the Korean Police Action, the “Forgotten War” that preceded what should have been Donald’s conflict. When I arrived in Seattle for one of those mass physicals, I had a near falling-down case of flu, complete with temperature; and after being judged OK for cannon fodder, I was assisted home by friends to spend the next week in bed. I also had to put my shoes back on and be re-weighed to come closer to the acceptable weight for my height. And my totally (still, 69 years later) flat feet were completely ignored.
Only 34,000 U.S. warriors died in that conflict and I avoided being one of them (although suffering separation and delay of marriage for about a year). Friends died—classmate Bill Humphrey, Fran Baker . . .