
At the V.A. Hospital
We were your warhammers, your clear-eyed hoplites, your guardians. Were.
We were your warhammers, your clear-eyed hoplites, your guardians. Were.
My name is Jack, and I'm a combat veteran. ("Hi, Jack!") Please note that being a combat vet doesn't make me more eligible than you or anyone else to run for office. It doesn't even qualify me to advise you on whom to vote for.