They will send your son to die for oil.

They will send your son to die for oil.

They will call it "freedom."

They will put his name on a wall.

They will give you a folded flag.

They will write a law naming a post office after him in your district.

And the person who sent him, the specific person, the one who sat in the meeting where the decision was made, who signed the authorization, who appeared on television that night looking grave and resolute,

Will retire to a speaking circuit.

Will write a memoir about the difficulty of leadership.

Will be called a statesman.

Will receive a presidential library.

Will die peacefully, at an advanced age, surrounded by family, with his legacy debated in careful, balanced terms by historians who were not in the body bag.

There is no accountability at the top.

There has never been accountability at the top.

The wall with the names on it is not accountability.

It is the receipt.

Photo: U.S. President Donald Trump posts "I WANT YOU!" alongside a painting of himself pointing at the viewer in an unmistakable visual echo of the iconic Uncle Sam military-recruitment poster, Truth Social, 12 May 2026.

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