I guess my father was a loser, at least in the eyes of President Donald Trump ("Report: Trump disparaged U.S. war dead as 'losers,' " Sept. 4). As a young U.S. Army Ranger, Dad landed on Omaha Beach during the D-Day assault. After being in combat for the next several months he stepped on a land mine while attacking a German position. He wore a prosthetic left leg for the rest of his life. When Dad served in World War II there was nothing in it for him, so he must have been a sucker as well.
Dad passed away a few years ago, but I think I know how he would describe Trump and his imaginary bone spurs: a coward.
Boyd Beccue, Monticello
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I want to take a moment to introduce Star Tribune readers to a few of the "losers" and "suckers" in my family. I address myself to them, but more directly to Trump himself. The "losers" and "suckers" in my life taught me to be forthright and direct; so I will honor them with that behavior now.
I will start with my dad, Alfred Haugen Jr. He was a sergeant in the Army's medical corps during WWII. Among other things, he served his country proudly on Utah Beach and during the Battle of the Bulge and helped to liberate two concentration camps. He was well into his 80s when he finally asked the VA for help with his war-related injuries — he previously felt undeserving compared to his fallen comrades.
Then there is my dear father-in-law, William Watson. He was but a teenager when he joined the Marines. I wonder if you, Mr. Trump, are personally familiar with the sort of courage required to volunteer for that sort of duty, at that age.
And my equally dear uncle, Arnold Haugen. Uncle Arnie served in the Pacific Theater, but it really wasn't a theater, Mr. Trump. At least not like any theaters you know.