Just imagine how galling it must be...
You're in Washington on Jan. 6th, listening to the greatest president ever tell the truth about our stolen election. You're told to march down Pennsylvania Ave. To fight like hell. And you do. You take truth to power, and storm the Capitol building to stop the steal, you and the hundreds of other brave patriots alongside you. Your day of victory is at hand. Trump, once he's instated again as the rightful president of these United States, will absolve you of any wrongdoing those dastardly demonrats might hold you accountable for.
...except the steal isn't stopped. Things don't go according to plan. Hell, there really wasn't any plan to begin with. Now everyone you used to consider allies to the cause are blaming your fight for the truth and freedom on Anitfa, Pelosi, and BLM. Instead of being respected for the sacrifice you were willing to make, you're being called a crisis actor, working for the very people you stand against.
No one believes you. No one has your back. You're all alone, and those you rely on, those you fought for, don't even want to acknowledge your existence.
And thus ends the story of another person willing to give their life for Trump.