She buried her husband just days ago. She is thirty-one years old. She is pregnant and the mother of a four year old and a six year old. All must be provided for. The government has yet to respond to her basic questions: How did my husband die? Why can't I see my husband's body? Where did my husband die? Why was he missing action for 48 hours?

Ponder how it would feel to be grappling with those issues.

Now imagine that on top of all this calamitous heartache and confusion you find yourself under attack from the alt-right, the White House Chief of Staff, and the President of the United States. The President is a Vietnam War draft dodger who during his election campaign pointed to working long hours in the real estate business when asked if he had ever made a personal sacrifice. When he wasn't busy this week publicly attacking this widow and her husband's legacy, he was sending rushed letters of condolences to Gold Star families via overnight mail after assuring the country that he had already contacted all of them.

If this country ever had a moral compass, it's now a ghostly chimera quickly receding in the rearview mirror.