At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
That surprised people.
One public-affairs officer asked whether I wanted:
“a clean presentation photo.”
I said no.
The medal had already been presented.
The chair did not erase that.
What bothered me more was how quickly people turned the combat story into justification for outrage.
HOW COULD ANYONE DO THIS TO A HERO?
