One blog post at a time.
Soldiers and marines, waiting on orders for Vietnam… I prefered Singapore Slings or Whisky Sour’s… That’s me, getting goosed… We stayed in that hotel for a few months and on occasion out of boredom, my sister and I would go out and explore and we came across, “BC street”… and…
Ya know, I gotta give it to Freda, she knew how to buy us off with little gifts… She made that dress and I think…
The cake says it all doesn’t it??? 16th birthday, still have short hair… But how we got moved on base before my birthday and when…
Time stood still from that moment on… I didn’t know the day, I didn’t know the year, I didn’t know the season… I walked in…
I had long hair when we left the USA… I remember my aunt Aileen perming it and burned it so bad, that short hair cut…

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…