By Debbie Schlussel

As I always say on Veterans Day and Memorial Day, the service and sacrifices of those brave men who served on the battlefield and in other capacities should be remembered every single day and not just on these two holidays. And as I also always say, on this day, let’s remember those who are still serving America and bring them home safely so that they, too, will be veterans and not casualties. Without them, we wouldn’t be here, and we certainly wouldn’t be free. But their lives and limbs should be sacrificed sparingly . . . for things that matter, for wars that matter. Sadly, because they’ve been sent to a losing war to hand over a Muslim country from one sect of Muslims who hate us to another group of Muslims who hate us and created a vacuum, we are now sending some of our soldiers back to that hellhole to risk it all again as “advisers.”

Marine Staff Sgt. Mark Graunke, Jr., Iraq War Vet, Hugs Pearl Harbor Survivor/WWII Vet Houston James (Graunke Lost a Leg, Hand, and Eye Defusing a Bomb in Iraq)

Wounded American Marine Salutes President Reagan’s Casket

Today, as we celebrate Veterans Day and remember the service and sacrifices of those who served and survived, let’s remember that while they may have survived, many of our former troops came home with arms and legs missing, with eyes gone and whole faces and body parts disfigured, making life difficult for them forever. And let’s ask ourselves why we went into Iraq and Afghanistan, and why more than a decade later, we still have troops on the ground in Afghanistan, giving their limbs and lives on a regular basis, and why we must now send troops back to Iraq, which would never have been necessary had we not invaded in the first place for no apparent valid reason (and wouldn’t have happened had we installed a pro-American, brutal Sunni dictator–the only thing Muslims understand–instead of insisting on “democracy” for Islamocrazies).

We went to “war” in Iraq and Afghanistan without actually going to war, and now our military is being sent back to Iraq to go to war again because the first one was so mishandled and not thought out. While our military men were handing out candy and building roads to nowhere, Muslims surrounding them were always at war, constantly blowing our boys to bits. We went to war in Iraq to essentially hand over the country from Sunni Muslims who hate us (but maintained a sort of stability and bulwark against Iran) to Shi’ite Muslims who hate us and take orders from the Iranian Ayatollahs.

On this Veterans Day, I remember those who served in World War II, a war which America actually had the guts to fight and where there was CLEAR good and evil. We were the good guys, no matter what Brad Pitt and Hollywood told me in “Fury” (read my review). We weren’t there handing out candy and building roads while bombs fell upon us. We were prosecuting a war. And that’s why we won. I wonder what most of those World War II heroes–almost all of them now dead–would think of the appeasement of the new (and old) Nazis, the Muslims, that has been going on in this country for years and became appeasement on steroids after 9/11 and ever since. Would we have appeased the Japanese because they bombed us at Pearl Harbor? No way. And the Japanese were far less a threat than Islam is today. Would we have allowed the German-American Bund to impose its will across our great country while our men fought their patrons over and gave their lives for it? Nope, but we did that with Islam, with the number of Muslims in America and the number of their mosques more than doubling (mostly through immigration) in the decade and a few years since 9/11.

As I do every Veterans Day, today I will visit the graves of my two favorite vets, my late father, who served as a U.S. Army Captain during Vietnam, and my great-uncle Maurice J. Schlussel, MD, who became the U.S. Army’s chief medical officer for the South Pacific after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. My dad always thought that going into Iraq was a mistake and a no-win situation that would end up in Middle East instability on a great level. Bingo. I know both of them would be sickened by today’s appeasement of the enemy. They would ask why we fought and died over there, if we aren’t willing to protect those things on U.S. soil, and merely open the floodgates repeatedly to invaders. It is a good thing the current and last President were not around back then, during World War II, or we’d be saluting Hitler’s grandson. Or, rather, you would be, as the rest of my family would have perished in the ovens.

My Dad’s Army Uniform From During Vietnam

Today, as you watch the President at various Veterans Day ceremonies, giving speeches and regurgitating trite plaudits to our military that he does not mean, know that the ghosts of Arlington National Cemetery cry out over his transgressions, his deliberate missteps that attempt to reverse what our brave men fought and died for, with the whole world laughing at and disrespecting America, once a strong bastion of the free and the brave. Now, it is a weak, borderless, Islamo-pandering place with a severely shrunken military, thanks to cooperation of Republicans with that Obama move.

Pray for our troops that are still serving both overseas and on U.S. soil. Appreciate their service and pray for their well being.

Bring all of them home alive in one peace, so that they will be veterans next Veterans Day and not the mourned next Memorial Day.

To those who served and survived, including my cousin Damian, Happy Veterans Day to you and thank you for your service. Thank you for risking your life and limb so that I and the rest of us can live our lives freely. So that I can say what I want here on this website and others can read it without fear of punishment. Your risks and service mean the world to me.

To most of us.

Thanks, Dad, and thanks, Uncle Maurice. And thanks to all of you who kept us alive and safe and continue to do so on U.S. shores in whatever capacity in which you served.

If you’ve ever worn the American military uniform in service to America, G-d Bless You (unless, of course, you spent your time in uniform appeasing the enemy).

Without you, our brave American veterans, who served knowing you might be called on to make the ultimate sacrifice, we wouldn’t be here living free.

Jewish-American Soldiers Pray at Goebbels’ House in Germany (See My Other Cool, Inspiring Photos of Jewish Soldiers Praying at Normandy, Etc.) . . .

Pfc. Abraham Mirmelstein (left) of Newport News, VA holds the Torah scroll as Capt Manual M. Poliakoff (center) and Corp. Martin Willien, cantor, both of Baltimore conduct Jewish prayer services at Schloss Rheydt, the castle home of Dr. Josef Paul Goebbels, Nazi propaganda minister, in Munchen Gladbach, Germany. The services, held in memory of soldiers of the Jewish faith who died in the drive to the Rhine, were the first held east of the Roer River in Germany. The photo was taken by the U.S. Army Signal Corps in 1945 or ’46.