One blog post at a time.
Talking about rape, always puts me in a bad mood and yesterday was no exception as the social media posts found out… Rape is beyond anything… I was strangled to death at 8, I was beat to death at 13 and again at 14… Yet I would rather have endured…
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…