The Corner’s of my Mind….#28

Memory can play tricks on you and I know that all to well, considering my brain trauma started before I was 8 years old…

How much trauma, only one person alive can tell you that…

Me…

When the memory trigger happened November 7, 2017… because a airman murdered 26 innocents on November 5, 2017 in Sutherland Springs, Texas… I didn’t know that horrible crime would be my memory trigger, but it was…

As I told Homer about the memory that was showing it’s self for the first time in my waking hours, I knew this was the beginning of the end of my amnesia…

I paced back and forth, taking the kitchen hand towel and twisting it in knots as I started talking about the night I died in Big Springs, Texas and the person that killed me??? My own dad, a airman…

That was the trigger… Springs; Airman and death…

As I told Homer about that night, only a milisecond of the memory opened, before I screamed, my face contorted in pain and agony and I remembered fighting to save a child born, not of my dad’s blood…

I collasped as the memory hit and I remembered…

It would take my mother’s death last year and the subsequent ugly behavior of my siblings for that memory to open all the way and my being able to talk about it, without the goosebumps and hair standing on end remembering the beating my brother and I took…

From the time the last blow to my head at 17 in 1971 till the memory trigger in 2017… I walked in shadow, not remembering, not knowing… what happened to me, because of the Air Force…

As you celebrate the lives of those who served and died in service, remember… Not all of our military service is known to you civilians…

After that beating I would recieve another one, see the early writing of this blog… I would go on to serve in the Air Force and learn first hand, how fast they bury the truth about rape and attempted murder…

I am proud of my service, I am just not proud of those who did the crimes before and during while I served and covered it up, no different than the Epstein files are being covered up…

I am a 90% service connected disabled veteran… Thanks to this story…

Sgt. USAF/DAV

I remember…

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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…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…

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