You wokes are talking like Trump didn't learn war from ground level. But he did. He went to Nam in the first big wave, as an 18-year-old in May '65. He reupped in '67 and by this time had made sergeant. The Viet Cong called him BooCoo Dinky Dau (Fucking Crazy in the Head), but his grunts never called him anything but D Man. He told his men, "Any of you grunts that want to make it back alive stateside, just follow me and do as I say." His feats would be called legendary if they weren't documented starkly in the official history.
> He'd go out on patrol carrying what he called The Holy Trinity: two M60 machine guns and one M79 grenade launcher. He could fire both M60s at once, with deadly aim.
> One of the very few grunts in his unit who nearly bought the farm took a round to the chest deep in the jungle in Quang Tri. D man's men were taking heavy fire, but he carried the wounded grunt behind the trunk of a samu tree, dug out the bullet with his survival knife, patched the wall of his heart with electrical tape, and slung the man over his shoulder. His men made an orderly retreat back to base. D Man fired at the Charlies with one of his M60s without setting the wounded man down. That grunt survived. He was Lindsey Graham.
> During the siege of Khe Sanh, Trump's unit was being fired on by a mysterious sniper that everyone called The Chipmunk, because he would pop out of tunnel heads unexpectedly. He killed Trump's commanding officer, Captain Tom Christmas, and Trump vowed to go into the tunnels alone to "skin the chipmunk." He did exactly that, and was missing for three days, to the point that even a few of his grunts thought he would never come back. But on the third day He reappeared, clad only in a pair of dirty, bloody skivvies, carrying the head and balls of The Chipmunk. That afternoon he was flown by helicopter to an air base and flown to Thailand for r and r. The first night, he bedded eight go-go girls, one of whom died from sexual exhaustion.
> D Man was sent out to execute the Viet Cong's infamous General Duk Van Dong. D Man spotted him across a wide clearing in the jungle. At the same instant, Van Dong saw some movement from Trump's men. He opened his mouth to shout an attack command, and Trump fired his M79 and sent a grenade straight into Van Dong's mouth, at an estimated distance of 360 yards (two football fields). In one second, the general resembled a jar of Ragu Chunky Mushroom Sauce being sprayed into the foliage. One of D Man's grunts said, "It was like magic."
> One of D Man's grunts was Ted Kaczynski, but He later said of him, "He was just an ordinary soldier to me. Many people say he was crazy back then, but I didn't see it."
> When, in late 1968, Lyndon Johnson set the Medal of Honor around Trump's neck, saying, "Son, you decapitated and mutilated more Viet Cong than any other sumbitch in my army," Trump said, "Sir, this honor rightfully belongs to the grunts that served under me." Later that night he invited Lady Bird into the Lincoln Bedroom and had His way with her.
There are yet more exploits of D Man in Nam. Ask yourself: why do we not hear these stories anymore? Why are our children not learning this history in the public schools? Maybe someday soon they will. Even the stuff about the go-go girls.