I am the son of one of those "losers" and "suckers" as Captain Herman H Fischer was killed when I was five years old flying a USAF bomber. I remember the black car pulling up to the house and my Mother’s grief. I remember them folding the flag over the coffin holding my father. Sixty five years later and I still cannot hear taps played at a funeral without becoming overcome. My brother and I both volunteered to serve in the USAF during the Vietnam War. He for four years and I for 8. For these reasons I hereby command Donald J Trump to get the fuck out of my house. This diary is short but there is nothing else I can write that conveys my deep hatred.