One blog post at a time.
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 did we move and how did we move and yea… What happened from the time the stroke hit off base in the rice patty till…
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…
Due to the TBI on my right frontal temporal lobe, I am a typical brain injury patient… I remember the before, which I just wrote…
May 1967… Less than 3 months away from giving birth to a child not of my father’s blood… and like any kid on the verge…

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…