Marjorie Taylor Greene  🇺🇸Verifizierter Account

While I have endured the flaming arrows fired daily at me while I have been fighting against the left’s war on our freedoms in Congress, my soul was torn apart watching my Daddy suffer and slowly die with cancer.

We don’t win every battle we fight, but my amazing father won the war, and he taught me how to withstand the greatest enemy. My Dad was the forgotten American man that President Trump worked so hard for.

My Dad grew up with very little, but with a faith in God and dreamed the Great American Dream. He worked every job from riding a bike delivering newspapers, to factory work, to construction work, and all in between, while trying to go to school.

He was drafted at age 20 to go to war in Vietnam and served our country in the Navy. He lost friends there just like many did. He met a girl after his service, when he went back to college, married my Mom, and had a little girl named Marjorie.

He couldn’t finish school, but proudly went to work to support his family. With only a truck and a ladder, he tirelessly worked and eventually built a thriving construction company that put a roof over our heads, fed us, clothed us, and Dad provided our families every need.

My Dad had the strongest hands I’ve ever known. They held me as a baby, carried me, swung me, threw me in the air, lifted me to ride on his shoulders.. They taught me to tie my shoes, ride a bike, throw, catch, and hit a ball, and fish..