Telling Margie’s Story….

I never wanted to step outside my comfort zone… I like my privacy and I like my seclusion… I also like being left alone, which isn’t a good thing when you have kids and grandkids… and most of all friends who are like family….

No, when I told Mike on Nov 7, 2017 what I remembered about Big Springs, Texas… I had no idea that the next 13 months would be a journey into unfathomable pain… Pain in the heart, pain in the soul and most of all irreconcilable pain in the mind…

I worked so hard to bury the memory ability after Japan… I can remember when I started the task to rewrite the past with many blank pages…

I had no one in that home to turn to… the last beating taking so much from me, but the memory of Freda telling Don I had said something she didn’t like and Peggy standing in that living room near the kitchen smiling… as the man walked down the hall way removing his 2 inch wide belt and he swung, than he swung me and you could hear my neck popping and the crunching of bone between his fingers as he hit on that 80 pound 14-year-old girl, who just survived a stroke…

I do not remember more than the one blow and I was out… more of Margie gone, because I said words that upset Freda and Peggy… mother and sister…

Much like what is happening with the primary care doctor I have now…

How am I to reconcile the horror I forgot and am reliving daily with normal life… How am I to control the frustration of being thwarted at every turn, after waiting 50 years for answers about those injuries when I died…

No I am not happy about this situation that I have never had control over… because the ones in authority have always had the primary control and I am supposed to be accepting of that fact… after 50 years of hell… No my comfort zone would have been to avoid any of this and never open my mouth…

But I want to live and so many want Margie to die… she did once… just for telling the truth… and the health care professionals I am dealing with now are doing all they can to silence Margie once again…

I have made my choice… and I own it… maybe someday the college educated will grow up and realize they are not gods, but hired employees and we can fire them just as easy as they can quit on us… but that violates the oath they swore…

Do No Harm… and thanks to Trump, we now know, oaths have no value, nor does human life… especially mine…according to those in control….

TimesUp #MeToo WhyIDidntTell

I Remember… Margie and her glorious giggle…

Sgt. USAF DAV