Locking the door on Margie’s cell…

I could tell when it was happening… I had already disassociated myself with my home life years earlier and when the stroke and near death happened at 13, there wasn’t much of Margie left… though I have heard that my behavior stayed consistent….

Margie couldn’t cope… every time the TV got turned on, it was more of a twilight zone experience and it molded Maggi into the TV viewer she is today… Science, National Geographic, Smithsonian… anything but the kind of TV that got her beat….

When the boob incident happened… as soon as she could, Margie had a reduction done… didn’t need the surgery… it all went back to the incident at 8 years old… that beating over her sisters boobs, scared her for life…

When the new baby was born, not of my dad’s blood… the stroke and near death Margie experienced, influenced her behavior for the next 25 years and I blush over some of that behavior today…. and I learned to hate a state that let my parents get away with murder…

Japan rolls around and the mouth rules supreme and the 2 inch belt did it’s worse… I wasn’t aware of the hazardous position I was in, nearly dying again… but it bought all of us kids some peace until Okinawa… so my near death, gave us 3 years of semi peace….

Okinawa and the marines… the blow that took so much and was the final straw for Margie as she handed me the key to her cell and walked in and closed the door…

The christians had won… they couldn’t control her soul… so they sucked her childhood out of her… and left the shell I call Margie…

Without our past, we have no future… Orphans only want to belong…

I just want to remember…. before the christians die!!!

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I Remember… Margie… and the day she closed her cell door…

Sgt. USAF DAV