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Edited on Wed Jul-12-06 02:35 PM by vickitulsa
When I was 18 and fresh from divorcing the brutal young man I married to get away from my brutal molesting father (who was a State Trooper for 23 years and a WWII vet who served and no doubt raped in Italy), Vietnam was hitting its peak with half a million of our troops incountry.
I was close to madness at the time, understandably, I now believe. Yet I was desperate to find a "real man" who would also be a loving, protective one. I found myself dating soldiers from a military base not far away, Ft. Sill. When I look back on those days now, I realize I was being repeatedly raped -- they might call it "date-rape" now -- by good ole red-blooded American boys who were all just trying to get their last bit of "round-eye" before shipping out to Nam.
I was emotionally beaten-down, but thought I was being defiant by dating soldiers in a sense because my father, a vet himself, hated the very idea that I'd date "doggies." I thought I could find a good one who might have the courage to protect me from my own dad, like Johnny had done one day in 1966 when he pulled my father off me when he was dishing out a beating and slugged the guy right in his own house, flooring him. I saw my dad down there on the floor, with both hands out as if to say, "I doan want no more of that!" -- and I think my heart sang out, "I'm gonna MARRY that boy!"
Of course violence was obviously his trademark, too, however, and it ended up being directed at me eventually.
After I divorced him and re-established myself with an apartment of my own and a decent job so I could support myself, I began dating the soldiers. I wasn't trying to "win their hearts" with sex, I don't think; but I was trying to earn their loyalty, probably. It never worked, of course. I was pressured and coerced and I inevitably gave in out of fear, since I'd get myself into dangerous situations where it was either get beaten up and raped or just get screwed and dumped.
Within six months, I was pregnant by a guy who lied when he claimed to have had a vasectomy. He was six years older than me, too, and a tall, handsome, and brilliant man who dazzled me on our first two dates.
He soon learned I had "slept with" another soldier in his company, and he broke up with me a month before he was due to ship out to Nam. He became a doorgunner in helicopter gunships, "hosing down" enemy troops and civilians alike for over a year before he came home. He never knew he'd left me pregnant -- and obviously wouldn't have cared if he had known.
Our daughter, whom relatives adopted when she was six weeks old because my father and other kinfolk pressured me into letting them have her, finally contacted me by phone in 1998 -- 30 years almost to the day after G.I. Joe had planted his seed in me. Then she located and called her biodad. Talk about one stunned -- and worried -- old man! He logically figured I might well hate him with a passion and be willing to risk prison in order to exact my long-delayed revenge.
I had become an entirely different person by then, however, and I had never been vengeance oriented, anyway. After our daughter called him and told him who she was, he insisted on talking to me. He didn't remember me.
He knew I had the right guy, though, when we spoke on the phone and I asked him this:
"Do you remember that you told me you'd had a vasectomy?"
He sputtered, caught once again with his pants down, and simply blurted out, "I LIED!"
Then he started to say something else ... sounded like, "I told that lie a lot--" but he abruptly stopped himself.
I'd wager our daughter has some half-brothers and half-sisters still living in Vietnam, sadly but likely cast off as the "bui doi" or "children of dust" in their own culture. Amer-Asian children of American soldiers in that war who were shunned by their own society and often grew up in the streets.
God how sick and sad a "business" war is! Why must the most innocent suffer the worst of all the hell?
With young American "boys" like this turned loose in the middle of a war where they find themselves virtually immune to any justice, why should we expect anything other than frequent rapes of helpless women and girls in other lands?
I hope the recent story that wouldn't stay covered up, of poor little Abeer and her family in Iraq, just keeps getting more and more airing here so that Americans will have to face the truth -- ONE of the many ugly truths of this ugliness, this madness, called war.
By all means, let's "support our troops" no matter what wretched and unspeakable things they do....
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