My Grandfather During World War 2

In the 1930s my grandfather came to America waving the American flag. He kissed the ground of his new homeland. He worked hard and studied to become an American citizen. He married an American woman and had two kids, my mother and my uncle.

When World War II broke out my grandfather volunteered to join the US Army. He left his wife and children behind to serve a country he had only just begun to call his own.

Alone and armed with nothing but an eighth grade education, my grandmother picked up cleaning jobs and carried her family on her back. There were no Food Stamps, no Welfare, no WIC, no housing projects, and no Section 8. She had no support except grit.

For two years this went on. No phone calls, barely any letters. My grandfather never knew enough English to write one anyway.

My grandmother stayed strong. She didn’t whine that her man wasn’t giving her enough attention. She didn’t cry about not having a $10,000 Gucci purse. She didn’t run to the government for handouts. She stood firm and held her family together.

Now look at today. Migrants enter this country illegally, full of hatred and contempt for the very nation they’re trying to live in. They burn our flag while waving the same flag from the country they claim they had to escape. They demand free housing, free food, and free benefits from a government they openly despise.

The women of today cheer the government as it dismantles the family. They trade in husbands for handouts. They demand subsidized rent, free meals, and medication while financially crippling the only man who ever cared for their child. They swap out men for the government check and then dare to scream they’re empowered and independent.

When I say this out loud to the modern woman, her response is always the same pathetic line, “That was then.”

Do you really think the women of today could do what my grandmother did? Could they survive without validation, attention, or government support? No. They would bolt at the first inconvenience and find another man to replace the father of their child like he was nothing. Yet these same women chant about strength and independence like it means something.