Remembering…

As it draws near to my birthday I am taken back to a birthday that was never celebrated…

After that hot night in Big Springs, Texas where Margie died, time passed, but not that much time… 

Margie remembers her grandmothers passing a woman she knew nothing about, but it devastated her mother… she remembers being covered in bruises and some people watching the kids while the folks went to grandmas funeral….

Her next memory picks up and dad is leaving for Japan with a promise that a gift will be waiting for me, because we had no money to celebrate my 14th… no clue what went down on the 13th one…

A few months later we arrive in Japan and get stuck in the rice patties at Johnson AFB… 

How we went from Texas to Japan in such a short time was not apparent to me until I woke up… dad had tried to kill me and hurt others… the nightmare was no more…

The next memory I have pissed off mother and dad proceeds to beat me until he re-injures my brain… I am down for a while… never was seen by a doctor and no Americans living in those paper-thin homes turned him in… Preacher next door, other Airmen and families living  so close, you could talk thru thin walls… no one turned them in….

My memories pick up in base housing and I am turning 16 and things are starting to change… I have very few memories of high school or a friend who knows me from then… I have zero memories of her, but I had her picture in my photo album…

Some how we ended up on Okinawa, I received another blow to the brain and I lost another couple of years….

Yet last nights dreams, brought on a melancholy that I haven’t felt before… I could see the damage being done to all my siblings in a flash… such bright futures and what all of them got; turned into mini me’s of their parents… I am so glad I escaped….

Though I am sad I did not do more to save them… It took me 50 years to quit running…

Domestic violence and old song… Sung among the rich and the poor… The powerful and the weak… The manipulation of humans for only one purpose…. to do your will…. That is what a victim is…

A survivor is one who shouts it from the rooftops…. TIMES UP #METOO… 

A Survivor is me…

I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

Margie was born into a typical christian military family... Her story is anything but typical... Domestic violence, rape, attempted murder and all done while my dad served in the U. S. Air Force and they buried the truth... then my own children impacted by Air Force cover up while I am active duty.... Rape, Attempted murder, domestic violence and discrimination in the name of the United States Government... and it is still happening as I write... just look at Trump, Kavanaugh and Thomas.... Circle of Silence is no more....