The True Meaning of Memorial Day | Nick Freitas & Ben Shapiro

Respect for our American soldiers.

When someone says American - i see Nick. Respect.

I remember my best friend who did 2 tours of duty as a combat Marine in Vietnam. He died 24 years after the War in 1997. He died from complications of exposure to the herbicide, dioxin aka Agent Orange, that our government sprayed over there from 1963 to 1971. A few years ago I met a Vietnam War Veteran at the clinic where I go to see my doctor. I struck up a conversation with him and he told me he was there because he had been fighting many complications from his exposure to Agent Orange for the past 20 years. He looked pretty sick at the time so I'm sure he is no longer with his family. I grew up in a lower middle class neighborhood in the 1950s. Our front porch was the gathering place of some of the men in our neighborhood in Miami. These men drank beer, talked politics, and talked sports. Four of these men served in WW2. My Dad, who was wounded in North Africa, Domingo who served in the merchant Marine, Raymond who was wounded when a Kamikaze hit his ship, and Augie who fought for Mussolini. As an 8 - 11 year old kid I would ask them about their experiences. To my childish mind their stories seemed like real adventures. As I grew up I came to realize that what I pictured as adventures were the stuff of nightmares. I have always honored these men and especially the ones that never came home.

GOD BLESS AMERICA 🇺🇲🙏🏻🇺🇲🙏🏻🇺🇲

Thank you for your service, Nick 🫡

I am a non-white South African and I love all that Nick Freitas stands for,Americans should be proud of him❤

Excellent interview! Thank you for inviting Mr. Freitas, he is an admirable American man, father and veteran.

Respect to our veterans and all those who have served.

They must never be forgotten.

My dad was a WWII U.S. Army combat veteran who fought in the South Pacific as a Lead Scout. He’s been gone now for 24 years. Members of the 10th Mountain Division stood guard at his service and burial. All 4 of us children (he outlived our mother for 5 years) were at his bedside for 3 days before he passed. He passed quietly I in the middle of the night but, that day we were privileged to accompany his march across the island of Mindanao. A month long slog starting at Parang on the west coast to hack their way east, 100 miles across extremely dense jungle to attack Davao City from the jungle rather than face the heavy defenses facing seaward. He never really talked about his service so this was very special to hear him in his delusion talk as if it was happening right now. Talking to his men, calling them by name, giving orders to clear huts and warn of danger. That night, he came back to the present and looking at his 4 children, our spouses and grown grandchildren and said, “I don’t believe you are all here and that you still love me.” There wasn’t a dry eye (tears as I write this) in the room. I miss him everyday and pray that I get to see him again. I love you, dad.