What was your sacrifice, Donaldus Minimus?
What was that branch of the service in which you served, where are your battle scars
(military battle, not just another skirmish over some garish building you'd like to brand or
Apprentice you'd like to fire), and where are your service decorations indicating valour,
sacrifice, and excellence?
Oh, yes . . .
You were sent to New York Military Academy at age 13---because you were a problem kid who
had to leave the Kew-Forest private school in Queens and your old man thought the discipline
at the NYMA would straighten you up a bit.
About that experience, Captain Trump (yes, he did achieve the cadet rank of captain at the NYMA),
you said you got more military training "than a lot of guys who go into the military," something
with which the graduates of West Point, Annapolis, and the Air Force Academy, for openers,
might take issue.
And you got four student deferments from the draft plus a medical deferment over an issue
with your heel. Considering the heel you often became in later life, one supposes that's
appropriate enough.
I don't think you've given exactly the same sacrifices as fallen soldiers, marines, sailors,
or airmen. Nor do I think you've given exactly the same sacrifices as the mothers and
fathers and spouses and children of those fallen.
So keep flapping your yap, Donaldus Minimus. Hilarious Rodent Clinton, your old friend,
will be quite grateful in her fashion.
