President Trump has been helping veterans personally his entire life, even before becoming president.
The media has done everything they can to hide this list from you:
In 1985, Trump made a $1 million donation to NYC's Vietnam Veterans Memorial Plaza.
In 1995, Trump donated over $300K to save the NYC Veterans Day parade.
On 9/11, Trump made his way to Ground Zero and gave money from his own pocket to workers, many of whom veterans, to help identify victims.
In 2008, Trump saved Ed McMahon, a severely ill veteran known from the Johnny Carson Tonight Show, from defaulting on his $4.8 million mortgage & facing foreclosure by vowing to buy it for an undisclosed amount & leasing it to Ed.
In 2013, Trump wrote a $25,000 check for U.S. Andrew Tahmooressi, who had PTSD, after he was unfairly imprisoned in Mexico under Obama.
In 2015 during a rally, Trump spoke one-on-one with wounded Army veteran First Sgt. Todd Landen and got the VA to fix his back pay & medical records in 2 weeks.
In 2016, Trump raised $5.6 million for dozens of veterans charities.
This list just scratches the surface and doesn't even include the endless list of actions Trump has taken AS PRESIDENT to help veterans.
God bless President Trump.
One of my all-time favorite Britain’s Got Talent moments! 🎤✨ Calum Scott’s emotional, heartfelt take on “Dancing On My Own” filled the whole room and touched everyone listening.
That Golden Buzzer was more than deserved! 💛👏🎶
Jack and Lem: A Friendship for Life 🇺🇸
In the autumn of 1933, two teenagers crossed paths at Choate School in Wallingford, Connecticut, and never really parted again.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy, then fifteen, and Kirk LeMoyne “Lem” Billings, a year older, became roommates almost at once.
They shared a sharp wit, a taste for mischief (they helped organize the school’s infamous “Muckers” prank crew), and an ease with each other that made the rest of the world feel secondary.
Billings even repeated his senior year so they could graduate together.
Four years later, after Kennedy’s time at Harvard had begun, the two young men boarded the S.S. Washington for a three-month journey across Europe.
They drove a Ford convertible through France, Italy, Germany, and the Low Countries, sightseeing, talking to locals, and keeping diaries that still survive.
In Germany they bought a dachshund puppy for eight dollars; Lem named him Dunker, Jack called him Offie.
Kennedy’s allergies forced them to find the dog a new home in the Netherlands, but the episode became part of the trip’s lore.
In Carcassonne, Kennedy climbed a castle wall; in Pisa and elsewhere they moved through a continent already shadowed by dictatorship, yet still open to two relatively carefree Americans.
The journey deepened their bond and began shifting Kennedy away from the isolationism of his father’s circle.
From that point forward, Lem was simply there.
He was an usher at Kennedy’s wedding, a campaign presence, and later a near-permanent fixture in the White House—so familiar that younger Kennedys grew up assuming he was another older brother.
Joseph Kennedy once called him “my second son.” When the presidency ended in Dallas on November 22, 1963, the loss hit Billings with singular force.
Friends and biographers later described him as among the most shattered of those closest to Kennedy—“probably the saddest of the Kennedy ‘widows.��”
He never fully recovered. Depression settled in; drinking intensified; after Robert Kennedy’s death in 1968 the spiral grew darker still.
Billings lived until May 28, 1981, dying of a heart attack in his sleep in a Manhattan apartment at age sixty-five. He never married.
The young men of the next Kennedy generation carried out his wish that they handle his casket, treating him to the end as one of their own.
What remained was the record of a friendship that had begun in a Connecticut dormitory, been tested and sealed on the roads of pre-war Europe, and endured every season of Kennedy’s life until the day it stopped. 🇺🇸🫡
Damn, They’re trying to IMPEACH Hegseth? Sheesh. Look, nobody has Bigger “beef” with Pete than me. My Issues with him go back to his JERKY Behavior back in 2007. But “having said that” —he MUST NOT BE IMPEACHED. The effort to remove him is ILLEGAL and UNCONSTITUTIONAL and OBNOXIOUS! I want to see UNIVERSAL GOP Support for him. OR ELSE!
In November 2012, thirteen-year-old Dylan Redwine boarded a flight to spend Thanksgiving with his father in rural Colorado. A court order required the visit. Dylan did not want to go.
He lived primarily with his mother after his parents’ divorce. The relationship with his father, Mark Redwine, had already deteriorated.
The year before, during a trip with his father, Dylan and his older brother had found photographs on Mark’s computer showing him in women’s underwear and engaging in extreme sexual acts involving feces.
Those images changed how Dylan saw his father.
On the evening of November 18, after arriving at his father’s home near Vallecito, Dylan exchanged texts with a friend about meeting up.
His phone went silent shortly afterward. The next morning, Mark reported his son missing, claiming he had left Dylan asleep and returned from errands to find him gone.
Dylan’s mother, Elaine Hall, never accepted that account.
Within hours of learning he was missing, she texted Mark: she was already deeply suspicious of him.
Search efforts followed. In June 2013, some of Dylan’s remains were located in the mountains a few miles from Mark’s house.
In November 2015, hikers found his skull farther away. Forensic examination showed blunt-force trauma and sharp-force injuries consistent with homicide.
Dylan’s blood was later identified in his father’s living room. Cadaver dogs alerted to the scent of human remains inside the house and in Mark’s truck. His phone, backpack, and other belongings were never recovered.
Prosecutors argued that Dylan had confronted his father about the photographs during the visit, and that Mark killed him in a fit of rage inside the home before disposing of the body.
After years of investigation, a jury in 2021 convicted Mark Redwine of second-degree murder and child abuse resulting in death. He was sentenced to 48 years in prison.
Dylan was thirteen years old. He should have had a childhood defined by ordinary safety and the chance to grow up. Instead, his life ended on a court-ordered visit with the man who was supposed to protect him. 💔