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This would be the TV interview beating that would leave me with blunt force trauma fractures all over and when the dots connect, you document…. Kansas circa 1959 and Freda had beaten a 5 year old severely and like all things, nothing was done about it… so the memory goes…
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…
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 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…
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