Haunting Eyes….

Margie at 2

Margie was born in August of 1954… born self-aware with intelligence yet to be discovered, she would come to know pain and hate before she made it to her first year…

The memory of the hairbrush is what started the journey for me so very long ago… little did I know how hard it would be to reconcile memories from such a young age of 1 year old…in time I did…

I know there was laughter in that home, but never love… there was discipline based upon archaic writing from thousands of years ago and that writing has devastated our world… it has made truth a four letter word…

At first religion did not play much of a part in this childs life… the first brutal beating at 5 years old, just before her 6th birthday… just because she told the truth… we call this beating the “TV host interview”…

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Covered in bruises…

The memory of that abuse would fade and it happened again… this time because of her older half-brother and her sister not much younger than her… we call that beating the “boob incident”… she was left with multiple fractures, some of which today cause great pain 58 years later…

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There are no more pictures to share of the abuse as the child grew older… 

While Don was in Vietnam, Freda got with child and used every trick in the book to get her man home from Vietnam, so the child would be pawned off as his, but he knew… he always knew… the child born would cause this little girl to die one night… and that little girl was fighting to protect that child not of my dad’s blood… and the child returned the favor by abusing my son…

Left with a death experience and a stroke, the military moved us to Japan to quiet the scandal and the child only 14, still recovering from death and a stroke, would be brutalized again… because of the mother and sister…. and she would lose more years of her childhood…

By the time we were sent to Okinawa… Don took one last opportunity and struck me along the left side of my frontal lobe, the very place I have head pain now…. and I slide 10 feet across the room on my knees from the force of the blow…

As I left that house I heard Freda say softly… “Don you shouldn’t have done that”… she knew it would take one call to the security police and Don would have no military retirement or honorable discharge… because I was silent, she now lives off the VA pension I fought for her…

They did not realize as I left that house, I was losing memory with every step… with every breath… and by the time we returned to America… I didn’t remember any of my childhood… It was gone… 

Taken by the last blow to my head at 17…. It would be 46 years, on Nov 7, 2017… When I told Mike I had a story to tell about Big Springs, Texas… you see on Nov 5, 2017 a young deranged airman killed 26 people in Sutherland Springs, Texas… those 26 lives stolen…

Gave me back my life… This story is dedicated to those lives lost…. because it was Air Force and Texas that triggered my repressed memories…

This is my story of survival of rape, domestic violence and most of all death at the hands of christians…

This is Margie’s song… please tell her story, so no one forgets what a little girl endured at the hands of a corrupt United States Air Force and christians…

This blog is my journey in remembering the horror this little girl endured… if you read the whole blog, you will see the steps forward and the steps back… it will always be a work in progress…. but, isn’t that what life is all about???

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I Remmeber… Margie…

Sgt. USAF DAV