They’re heroes, not ‘losers’

In 1941, my four brothers left home to join the Army and defend our country in World War II. On April 13, 1945, my oldest brother, Louis, was killed in Cebu, Philippines. President Franklin Roosevelt died the day before.

In 1945, I was in the fifth grade at Our Lady of Grace School just a bit north of Boston. On the morning after my family received the news of my brother’s death, I went to school and showed a large photo of Louis to my teacher, Sister Carina. She hugged me, wiped away my tears and whispered in my ear that my big brother Louis was a hero.

On Sept. 7 of this year, tears once again flooded my eyes when I heard and read that President Donald Trump called my brother, along with thousands of others who died for our country, “losers” and “suckers.”

Trump should not live in our White House.