Jeff Dobbin
by on January 22, 2021

Let me tell you a little bit about myself and why the problems in America mean so much to me.

I was raised in a normal home, mother and father around, we didn't have much, but we were your typical dysfunctional family of the 80's and 90's.  

The difference with my family more so than others was the fact that my Dad could have been the grandchild of Uncle Sam, so much so that his favorite color was red.

My dad was adopted to my grandparents when he was around 3 or 4.  My grandmother was a schoolteacher and my grandfather was a farmer.  Both loved their country, especially so since America really took care of their farmers back then.

Even though my grandmother was a schoolteacher my dad didn't do well in school because of learning difficulties.  So, my dad dropped out of school.  I kind of think my grandparents got on him that he had to do something with his life all the while the Vietnam war was ramping up.

So even though my dad was an only child and would have never been drafted, he signed up anyway to be a combat engineer.  He went through basic training and flew to Vietnam.  His task was to clear the jungle to make room for airstrips, all made much easier with the help of the now famous Agent Orange.  Yes, he was sprayed directly and witnessed some horrible things over there, but we won't get into that detail here. 

My dad was on leave and I think God intervened.  My dad was riding his motorcycle across a parking lot and was hit by a car.  Since it wasn't his fault he was honorably discharged from the military.

Around 1980, before my younger sister was born, the doctors started noticing that something was wrong with my dad.  They ran a whole bunch of tests and figured out that it was hairy cell leukemia from the agent orange.  He and the rest of the family at that point knew that our government had failed him and the rest of our soldiers fighting for us in Vietnam.  All the while, my dad’s patriotism never faltered, it grew.

We lived on a major street in my hometown and I can’t remember a time when there wasn’t a flag on a pole on our front porch.  He loved red white and blue so much our garage door was painted red white and blue.  When he had a bit more money he put up an actual flag pole.  He had a sign in our front yard that said God Bless the USA.  He had the little army soldiers with the little flags in their hands as landscaping decorations.  He had the patriotic bumper stickers that said things like these colors don’t run on his cars.  He even had an American Flag leather jacket.  If you didn’t know what to get him for Father’s Day, his birthday, or Christmas anything patriotic was the answer.

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My dad loved his country so much, even though his government failed him.  He was never really the same after his leukemia diagnosis.  He was in constant pain.  He had to medically retire in 1985.  The spongey goo between his vertebrae (that’s how he described it) deteriorated and his vertebrae fused together.  His body started to really fail him in the late 90’s when he had to go from arm canes, to a walker, and then to a motorized little scooter.  All the while wearing his American flag jacket and hat.

Even though my dad was less than capable in his later years, he always maintained a good arsenal of weapons and ammunition.  Just in case we had to fight a foreign enemy or our government to take our country back.  He was always adamant that our government was going to come and take our guns and everyone knew he wasn’t going to give them up without a fight.

In January of 2014 my dad got put into hospice care at Hines VA hospital in Hines, IL.  We were told that he had a mass in his stomach that was creating a bowel obstruction and he was no longer getting nutrients and couldn’t eat anything.  There was nothing the doctors could do.  The doctor said that he had only a couple of weeks to live.  My son and I went home and prayed.

We as a family, my brother, sister and I and our families went up to the hospital often to go see him.  January became February, then March, and April, we celebrated his birthday in May.  I really started to wonder what kind of relationship my son had with God that his grandfather was still alive and alert.  Well June came along and everyone could see that my dad’s skin was paper thin and he was starting to get really skinny. 

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We went and visited him on June 29th, shortly before my birthday and he could barely stay awake and we knew the end was near.  He woke up long enough for me to give him a very heartfelt hug, I love you, and goodbye with tears streaming down my face.  My birthday came and went thank God, but I got a wakeup call at 5:30AM on Friday July 4th that my dad was gone.

Was it the sheer determination of the most patriotic person I’ve ever known or the prayer from a loving grandson to keep his grandfather around that kept that man alive for another six months?  I’d like to think it was a little bit of both.  Maybe God answered two prayers and kept my dad alive long enough to pass away on his favorite holiday.

Nevertheless, an example was set for me to appreciate the country that I live in, love America, and be willing to fight for it if need be.  Fellow Patriots, I believe that time is now.  What happened over the summer with the violent riots that burned down cities, saw police intentionally hurt and murdered, stores looted, Democrats calling them peaceful protests, and police told to stand down and let it happen.  Freedom of speech is gone, social media platforms that offer freedom of speech are shut down by corporate America, a stolen election by a fraudulent president who can only be described as a mental defect and a fraudulent Vice President who is bat crap crazy and called a rapist a hero for not listening to police and getting himself shot in the back.

This is not the America that my dad loved.  Uncle Sam in now in hospice care and it is up to us if we’re going to let him die.  Do we stand up and fight for what we believe in?  I for one will. I will carry on my father’s legacy.  I will do everything I can to make sure another election is not stolen, and I will work to get those frauds out of the White House.


Your Fellow Patriot,

Jeff Dobbin




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Frank Hagler
Thank you for sharing that with us. And God Bless America.
January 25, 2021
Wounded and disabled Nam Vet here. Can't do a lot, but I can fight and shoot. 2022 is the fight we need to win. If I can help, let me know.
February 1, 2021
Jeff, I'm Moved, I was beginning to feel that WE (Americans) were a Dying Breed. A TRUE American is STRONG and will Survive on that Strength of INDEPENDENT THOUGHT and the DETERMINATION to be FREE from Control of Thought and INDIVIDUAL FREEDOM. This would be a great Conversation over a Cold Drink.... View More
February 15, 2021 Edited