Reading anything about John Kelly being involved with anything makes my blood boil. First — because he is a racist and hates immigrants; second — because he protects a predator, deviant, liar, psychopath; third — and most important to me is that he disgraces his uniform and my family and millions of families and the Constitution.
Here is my letter to WaPo which will never be published. My Uncle Skeets, aged 20, was KIA on February 7, 1945 in the Battle of the Bulge. He is buried in that beautiful cemetery down by the flag on the right. He is loved by remaining family members and Belgians.
Dear Washington Post and John F. Kelly:
I am the daughter and niece of three WWII veterans. My Dad served aboard the USS Radford, DD/DDE 446, a ship of brave men who saved 446 sailors from the USS Helena during extreme torpedo and kamikaze strikes.
My Uncle Louis, an only son, was snatched from school when he was 20 years old to serve in the Army, 394th Infantry Regiment, 99th Infantry Division (Checkerboard) and sent to Belgium in December, 1944. He rose from Private to Sergeant when he was killed on this day, February 7, 1945. He won a purple heart for being killed and 2 bronze stars for bravery.
My Uncle Pat spent time in the Brig because he led protests against stupid people leading sailors to their deaths.
You, sir, have disgraced my father and uncles. My Dad was a Republican, my Uncle Skeets was too young to think about politics, my Uncle Pat found both parties ridiculous. What they had in common was a love for this country. What they all sacrificed in their youths was worth it to them for their love for this country.
You, sir, have sided with someone who hates women, Hispanics, Muslims, our Intelligence Community, the DOJ, FBI, Judicial Branch and basically our military. You have decided to reject your oath of office to our Constitution and laws of the land to protect a predator and autocrat. You have disgraced your uniform and rejected your oath. My comfort is that my Dad and Uncles didn’t live to see this day.
Blessings for all of our service men and women. Blessings for all our veterans. Blessings for my Dad, Uncle Pat, and especially Uncle Louis who I never knew because he died a hero and way too young.