Dear diary I am around 15 years old… and oh so very tired…

Dear diary, I always thought that illness on Japan had been the flu, until I got the flu 20 years later when I was an adult on Japan…

I remember the beating and I remember pissing mommy off with something I said… just remember… if you can’t shut them up… you take their memories… and mommy did…

The first blow was all I remembered… being very sick for a long time was the next memory… that ugly orange poncho was made and I hate orange to this day…

Being left on the base to walk the mile down a dark, snow-covered road… being yelled at… being locked in a closet…

Cruelty by mommy and sister were not new… daddy’s indifference was lasting…

School was hard… I fell asleep in study hall on many occasions and would wake, unable to move, but my brain was awake… that symptom started after the Japan beating and lasted till I was in my 40’s…

It got quiet in the house, they nearly killed me and dead, meant no military retirement and security… so a religious act they put on, that did not last….

Memories made in the home, not so much… I lived detached and in my books… always looking for that escape from hell…

We moved into base housing… by Dec 1970 we had been sent to Okinawa…. which would be the last time any human on this planet raised a hand to cause me physical harm by beating me…

Dear diary… I have so few memories… only 1 birthday… my 16th… only 1 christmas and I was about 11…. so much taken by christians who could not control the truth, so they tried beating it out of me… and the Air Force helped to cover it up… the last blow, changed everything…  for now we are in a hotel at Kadena, waiting for base housing… an interesting experience and memories…

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I Remember… Margie… and the high school dance at Kubasaki, while living in a hotel…

Sgt. USAF DAV