This morning I awoke with this continuing feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Ever since Donald Trump was inaugurated I have had this feeling of the bottom dropping out of life as we know it.
I love my country. I am proud of my country.
Fifty six years ago on January 27th, a date I will always remember as long as I am alive, I volunteered for service (Army) for my country. I am no hero and I was scared to death when I boarded that Trailways bus from Philadelphia early on that cold January morning to Fort Dix New Jersey. I was putting my life on the line for my country because I felt it was my duty. A small price to pay for living in the greatest country in the world.
Thousands of other men and women have paid the ultimate price, their lives, in service of our country. Why? So we can have the freedoms that no other country on this earth has.
And now what do we have? A despot in power who is ignoring the usual norms of a democracy.
I cannot escape this feeling of dread that I have. Already he has insulted our neighbors and friends. He attacks Meryl Streep but praises Vladimir Putin, a thug and murderer.
I struggle for words to express the great danger that faces our country right now.
We elect a president to protect us. Instead this country has a president who is making us less safe.
This morning I read a column by Eliot A. Cohen, who was a counselor in the United State Department under Condoleeza Rice from 2007 to 2009. Mr. Cohen expresses my feelings more than I ever could with my limited skills of expression.