They Didn’t Know, I Didn’t Remember??? edited…

As I was leaving for the bowling alley at Naha AFB, Okinawa… Mom and Dad in an argument…

As I walk by, I put my two cents in and the next thing I know, I am picking myself up off the floor 10 feet later….

As I stood up and wiped the blood from my lip… I looked at the man I called Dad and said… “Ever touch me again, you will be dead”… and my mother said…. “Don, you shouldn’t have done that”…. my heart is pounding out of my chest… I just relived that moment in time…. and now know why I have numbness in that part of my face…. sigh……………………………………

When Don showed up at the bowling alley with the suitcase… I am still not 18 years old and in high school… senior year and he’s letting me go back to the states to stay where no clue, live how, no clue….

As I walked up to him… my face a little less pretty, my knees raw meat from the carpet as I was in shorts… I couldn’t help but smile… not because of this next paragraph… but because that is how I reacted to violence….

My dad took it as forgiveness and that all was well between us and took the luggage home… it was his way of buying my keeping my mouth shut… because… either the brain bleed that happened at off base housing on Japan in 68 after the near death or my parents were unaware I had a stroke in 67 when I died??? They did not know I did not remember….

The fear my parents presented me with, in 1971 on Naha AFB in that old base housing hit me this morning like a ton of bricks….

It is another way to look at the story… as Freda, mommy, who is living is not talking and if my suspicion is right… she has frontal dementia and has had it for a long time… we’ll see if I ever hear even about her death…. I may never know that answer…. and it really has no value if I got it…

It’s what I think and what I see that matters and most of all being true to the story… but…. with any brain injury that takes memory from you, you are always second guessing… even if you have high functioning memory like mine….

So this is what has taken from my sleep… that aha moment in time and I got to relive it this morning as if it just happened…. and it helps explain the added injury to my left knee, which Freda beat with a wooden ruler at age 5…. add that slide across that carpet at 17, it has never been the same… the Air Force flight surgeon injected cortisone into it, right after I got out of basic, less than 7 years after the last injury to it, my knee that is….The puzzle for that injury is now complete….

But so many more to go… sigh……………………………………….

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I Remember… Margie… and her love of the outdoors, because it was her escape… 

Sgt. USAF DAV