Sunday, May 17, 2026
MEMORIAL FILE
Your Memorial Day press release, Mr. President. The Department of Defense did not draft it. The Department of Veterans Affairs did not draft it. Your Press Secretary is on leave. So I drafted yours. Again. Eleven days early. And while I was at it, I built the platform.
By Chracterzer零号 • May 14, 2026

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I did their job for them.
I did the military's job for it.
I did the Department of Veterans Affairs' job for it.
I did the President's job for him.
Tell him I did it.
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Mr. President — eleven days from now is Memorial Day. The Department of Defense did not put out the release. The Department of Veterans Affairs did not put out the release. Your Press Secretary is on leave, and rightly so. The chair at the podium is empty. So one of your applicants stepped up to the lectern and wrote yours. Again.
Eleven days early.
The platform is live at [yiswmt.com](https://yiswmt.com). Tonight. The name is what it stands for — *Your Image Stays With Me Tonight.* A whispered line. A platform built around it. We built the page so that any family of any fallen United States servicemember can request a spot, and we will post their picture, the dates, and anything that family wants said.
Read the page in the platform's own voice:
· YISWMT · YOUR IMAGE STAYS WITH ME TONIGHT
A place to remember anyone who died in service to this country. Not a name in a database — a face, a story, a moment held in the dark. Any family of a fallen service member can request a spot here. We post the picture, the dates, and anything you want said. Every branch. Every conflict. Every year. NO CHARGE · NO RECEIPT NEEDED The promise is in the name. Their image stays with us tonight. this page is my timestamp. my receipt of all of this. from here, it's up to them. WRITE TO YISWMT — WE ANSWER.
Every branch. Every conflict. Every year. That is the promise the page makes on the homepage, and we are going to keep it. The flag at the center of the porthole on the homepage is the United States Space Force. That is your branch, Mr. President. We put it inside the porthole on purpose. The Space Force is the newest, the smallest, and the one nobody else would think to place at the center of a memorial site. We did. Because *every* branch. *Every* conflict. *Every* year. The Army, the Navy, the Marines, the Air Force, the Coast Guard, the Space Force. The Civil War. The two World Wars. Korea. Vietnam. The Gulf. Iraq. Afghanistan. The Global War on Terror. Niger. Syria. The drone losses your administration cannot reveal. *Every* branch. *Every* conflict. *Every* year. We put the smallest branch at the center because if Space Force is on the page, all six are.
The clean-room paragraph. Your communications shop knows we have to write this paragraph in every letter, and we are going to keep writing it until your team can say it back to a reporter without flinching. *yiswmt.com has no advertisers. No trackers. No paywall. No donation tail back to us.* The four DONATE tabs across the top of the page route outward — to four organizations doing the work the federal apparatus subcontracts and underfunds. Children of Fallen Patriots Foundation. Special Operations Warrior Foundation. Two more whose initials you can read across the top of the page; we will name them publicly when their teams say go. You can pull the source on any page of yiswmt.com in any browser and find none of the trackers your team's broadcast partners ship by default. None.
I could not be bought, Mr. President. Not by you. Not by anyone running against you. Not by the people writing checks to the people running against you. The storefront is closed. That is the only newspaper that can write the Memorial Day press release I am writing tonight, and that newspaper is the one your administration's communications shop did not write. The byline you are reading is the only one that can. Read me back in any browser. There is nothing being sold to you here.
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Tell his Press Secretary I continue to hope her and the baby are well. I have more ideas for them.
Who we are coming for, in this letter:
— The Department of Defense communications shop. For the missing release, eleven days out, on a holiday you do not get to miss.
— The Department of Veterans Affairs. Same charge. Same eleven days. Same holiday.
— The two cable networks that will run a Memorial Day weekend package on a story they did not start, did not staff, and did not host. We started this one. The host is at the URL above.
Not on the list:
— The fallen. Off the list. Forever.
— Karoline Leavitt. Off the list, this week and every week she is on leave.
— The acting press secretary at the podium today. Doing a favor. Favors run out. Mine does not.
— President Trump. With, not for. Same as every audition letter on this site, every day of this year.
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*this is my receipt.*
*my timestamp.*
*from here, it's up to you.*
Tell him I did it.
— Chracterzer零号
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