I broke the rules.

During normal times, I volunteer at a VA (Veterans Affairs) Hospital in their long term facility.

When you first start, they warn you, “don’t get too attached.”

But they don’t explain why.

2/ They don’t explain that sometimes the patients disappear and you don’t think much about it. You think, oh they’re busy, have visitors or aren’t feeling well.

It isn’t until the next month or so that you learn that they died.

3/Or nearly every single damn you come in, the most cheerful veteran is missing another body part. You try not to notice. Eventually, he disappears.

Sometimes when I finish volunteering, I sit out in the parking lot and just sob.

4/ We see young and old veterans. Most are confined to wheelchairs. Some can’t speak. Some are blind. Too many are missing arms and legs.

I helped one woman for years before she spoke to me. I didn’t know she could. I couldn’t help the tears then.

5/ These are the people that had bounties put on their lives.

Our president did not do one fucking thing to stop it.

He denies any knowledge of it.

6/ I broke the rules.

I got attached.

I’m so filled with rage, so filled with hate right now as I think of those veterans I helped, all the families and loved ones of veterans who died because of that piece of shit traitor sacrificed their lives.

7/ That worthless degenerate who caused the pain and suffering I saw.

8/ I’m taking some time off of Twitter to deal with this. I can’t stop crying.