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Yea, that’s a title that doesn’t quite do the incident at 8 years old justice and nor does it do the memory of my brother justice… He took his own life by refusing cancer treatment… This story and the lies that came with it, cost a life… I wish I…
It is ironic… Once the memory trigger happened in 2017, recalling these disturbing memories at will is harder than living with the PTSD nightmares…. I…
Ever see one of those old fashioned hair brush’s with a long handle, all fancy with flowers etc and made out of that heavy duty…
The answer to that is Freda, mother… she gave me my first clue something wasn’t right in my memory and she proceeded to give me…

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…