When Fear Walks With You….pg 4…

Living off base was not fun, it was a paper-thin, typical Japanese home and with that many of us living in it, it was crowded… the house sat at the base of the hill and up behind us, was the High School…. though I have only 1 memory from that school….

Once we moved on base, I guess things were relatively quiet…. except for Freda’s mouth… which she used every 4 letter word out there… she was more colorful than a sailor and I dated a couple of sailors…

One girl I knew in high school, who I am friends with on face book, remembered me and sadly I still do not remember her and I think we might have been best friends, which for me, would be very rare… I trusted no one….

She told me once that we had decided to go see a movie and I think the movie was 2001 Space Odyssey…. she doesn’t remember what we saw, she said we saw many… this movie is the only one that imprinted on me from that time on Japan…. as we were leaving the house, Freda had wanted me to babysit my siblings…. and my friend says I turned and told Freda, Peggy could babysit and kept on walking…. even though I have no memory of this, I wish I had… because I guess Freda went off on a tirade of language you weren’t allowed to use in base housing…. I mean come on, by that time Peggy was 14 and capable of watching the kids…. at least 1 time in her miserable short life…

I remember my 16th birthday party and that is the only birthday I have any memory of while living in that house or horrors… David bought me a bottle of Tabu perfume and I kept that bottle for years… it really stunk, but he was so proud of the gift… Peggy bought me a necklace that was a shelac walnut half… wow…. but that could be the birthday I got the necklace with a pearl in a cage… it matters not…

While we lived there I started dating, I was not allowed to date till I was 16… can’t speak for my sisters, they all got pregnant and had to get married as teenagers… so I guess I was the only one who didn’t sin… don’t ya just love hypocrites…

I know the parents interfered with the relationship I had… and he was a hunk, very good-looking and as sweet as could be…

As best I can tell from the memories I have recovered… the violence stopped after the beating, when we got to Japan, because they nearly killed me again… 

At least now, I understand why I get depression for no reason what so ever… the stroke injury is that culprit and I am learning to acknowledge the depression and it usually will just melt away…

It hit while I was in the shower and 30 minutes later… I am just tired and ready for that big bed… It has been a long day of remembering… and not all of it was pretty….

We left Japan and headed to Okinawa in the fall of 70 if I remember right and that is where we will pick up with the last bit of violence and start the journey to finding me….

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I Remember… Margie… who loved old movies….

Sgt. USAF DAV