The Soldier - Volume Two - The Recovery
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
Every day I hear the cries,
Every day I see their eyes.
So full of the tears,
Through all this time and the years.
Till this day I wonder.
Why did so many have to die over
to buy my book just
click the pic. yonder?
THANKS
To all the men and women that fight for our freedom.
AND
To all the Vietnam Vet's
EX-Marine Sgt. B.J. Chiasson
Every day I see their eyes.
So full of the tears,
Through all this time and the years.
Till this day I wonder.
Why did so many have to die over
to buy my book just
click the pic. yonder?
THANKS
To all the men and women that fight for our freedom.
AND
To all the Vietnam Vet's
EX-Marine Sgt. B.J. Chiasson
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THE
SOLDIER
VOLUME TWO
THE RECOVERY
BY
THE MISFORTUNES
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
THE SOLDIER
TO BE A MARINE
IS TO DO OR DIE
Those are the words
They taught us to live and die by
You heard them from the time you woke up till you went to bed
IF YOU WENT TO BED
THIS IS A REAL STORY OF A BOY THAT WENT TO WAR
TO FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM
NOW SET ME FREE
TO BE WHAT I WANT TO BE
Table of Contents. 3
Chapter one. 5
101st Airborne. 5
CHAPTER TWO.. 11
THE FACES. 11
INTRODUCTION
Here I am 62 years old now and still walk through time into the past that I lived long ago. I am not proud of what I had to do there just for freedom, today I write for those that can write no more, for the soldiers of the 101st airborne I say thank you for your courage and your life. To the family’s, I say I am sorry that I came home and they did not. I would have proudly taken their place in line to get to heaven, because that is where all good Soldiers go.
SOUTHERN ACTS PRESENTS
"THE MISFORTUNES"
WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
Chapter One
101st Airborne
To Shed A Tear…
Today I'll cry,
Just for a little.
Today I'll try,
Not, to make myself so bitter.
If there is not pain,
Then, there is no gain.
I walked till I hurt,
Walking on concrete and dirt.
If I do not feel the real pain,
How will I know, I am not insane.
This is sad, yet it is true,
I fought in a real war, just for you.
I live with that pain in my heart,
For it is a time that will never part
Every day I hear the cries,
Every day I see their eyes.
So full of the tears,
Through all this time and the years.
Till this day I wonder.
Why did so many have to die over yonder?
THANKS
To all the men and women that fight for our freedom.
AND
To all the Vietnam Vet's
EX-Marine Sgt. B.J. Chiasson
When I left the hospital on Monkey Mountain, I was sent down to a place called Nha Trang in South Vietnam, the Deep South. What was going to happen now was all because the Army thought that I was in the Army, but I was not, I was a Marine that had been sent there because there was no more room at the Navy evacuate for me. That is when I got lost from the paper work and lose everything. I had to go where they told me to, and I was told that I would be going home, just had to wait for a ride. I was transported by cargo plane; it got three different planes to get me there from the middle of the Nam where I was wounded.
If you will remember I was a Marine
But now I am in Army Country. So I was a lost soldier. I did not belong there and I knew it, but I was just following orders and when you are a soldier, it does not matter what uniform the officer is wearing, you best respect that officer, and I was a soldier. I learned that is was not for me to question, it was for me to obey those orders.
When I landed I was taken to this place where there was nothing but sheds build out of plywood and tin, the bunks were lined up back to back, there was not any room to sit between them because the sheds were full of wound men laying in those bunks, yes wound soldier that were screaming from the pain that they have encounter from battle. These men had lost body parts , like legs and arms some, I am sure did not ever leave that damn hell hole that they were in, it was so sickening to see this, so like what the hell was going on here why were the soldier being treated like this? What and who was in charge here. What I saw was not in any way called for, this was not right. How could one human being treat another human being like that, these men were on the front lines fighting for what was right in the eyes of this country that we live in, they were fighting and dying for your freedom yet they suffered more then you can ever image in your life time. There were no words to describe what I was feeling at that moment in my life I was so angry, so full of just wanting to know why is this even happened here?
I was there and I could not leave. I had to try to sleep there, but I wanted more to try to understand why this was? These men were soldiers, that were door gunners and crew chiefs and pilots that had been shoot down over the jungles in Vietnam. These men were there when I needed them to be there for me, that were my savior's and many others like myself, we counted on them to be there when we called out. It was their duty as soldiers to protect us, but who in the hell was protecting them now, they had given the ultimate sacrifice that one human being could give to another, their lives. What more could a soldier do? To die in battle is a honor, but to suffer like they had to was wrong and I must tell the world of what I saw. At night I would go down to the movie place and see what was going on, well what I found was not what I needed to see, the soldiers that could walk because they were the ones that were just trying to get out, so they used any excuse to get out, They were stealing the meds from the wounded and selling them at the movie house. That is why the wounded were screaming, because they had no meds left to take.
Here I am 18 years old and I have to live with this, knowing that there is nothing that I could have done to make it better for them, I was angry and could not do anything to help them, why was that? I do not and will never understand what would turn a man into what I was there, it was money, money for the drugs, it did not matter that their brothers were lying in those bunks suffer and dying every f**king minute. There was no way I could rest there. I asked about seeing a Doctor, I wanted out, I did not care if I had to go back out in the bush, I just wanted out of there. The Doc. Only came there once a week, so what does that tell you. Those men just laid there in their blood and all that screaming, I will never forget those faces, they were my brothers in battle they were Soldiers from the101st Airborne Division,
I Statue You Soldiers.
A moment of silence for those that did not come home...
CHAPTER TWO
THE FACES
Stepping away from this as we move on, I still had to travel back to my outfit. It took me three days as I hitched north by cargo planes. When I got back to the hill where my outfit was they would not let me in the gate, because I was wearing an army uniform, it was all I had; they cut mine off at the hospital. When they finally let me in, I was sent to the infirmary to be checked out, I guess it was a good thing because the wounds that I had received were infected and I was but in bed again.
I was up and getting back on my feet now and things were ok for the most part, but I still was not going home.
I was there for a few days , then I was sent out to Hill 55 and all I had to do was nothing, because my time was coming to an end there they just let me stay there instead of sending me home.
I had some time to think about going home now, not sure if I even wanted to go home, because I was home now, I was in the hell that we had created.
I am not sure why I had this feeling as I would sit out on one the tanks in the evening and look over toward the Mountains, it was beautiful there sometimes when you stopped looking at all the body’s and blood all over everything you touched, there was never a day that I can remember that I did not see someone’s blood. Be it the enemy or my own brothers in battle. That is what wars do, they created body, dead bodies. Do you know why they created body bags? To put dead soldiers body's in them to ship home in cargo containers, like meat, the only difference was that they did not hang them up; they just piled them up in those same containers that are now shipping your junk that you buy from the same enemy that we were fighting then. You have no idea what kind of enemy we faced there. They were cruel and unjust, yet we were worst I do believe. I was given the time to just sit there and try to understand what had happened here. I was afraid to come home, because I knew what was going on here, you see we were soldiers doing what soldier do, we play war games. We killed people just like you.
Every day you sit and enjoy your life, your family and job. You take summers off, you live in a free world where anything is possible if you know how to get what you want out of life, you are free today, just because there were men, soldiers that were there at the front lines to protect you and yours, they were the brave, they were the heroes.
It is hard to stand up I say that I am proud of a nation that treated they young men the way they did here. Is it in myself to forgive myself for what I have done, when will I get to fine some kind of peace in my head when will I stop hearing those screams in the night, how will I ever stop seeing those face of the 101. Time was passing slowly now for me, because I think that I was in some kind of shock because I had begun a killer what kind of life could I have at home. Everything that I knew had turn to shit, I had to return to a world that did not want me here, to you I am no better than that enemy back then.
When will I be free?
There were some men that I had met over there and we had spend a lot of time together, I can remember one of them more so, because I was asked to do something I had never done before.
During the time I was in the hospital and traveling all over the Nam, they were killed by the enemy. I did not have a chance to say good bye. We had been into a lot of shit with each other watching our backs. I was not there; I could not watch their backs. I can still see his face, he was a man from the mountains of Wyoming, and we called him the mountain man. He was short, but firm. He was like a mountain himself, rough and tough, never gave a shit about nothing, he was free in his heart, he was my friend and I did not get to say good bye.
Now I had to follow orders because I was a soldier. I had to do something I could have easily walked the hell away from.
It took me a day to drive there by Jeep, I was not sure where I was going but I knew what my duty was. I was getting really to step into a world that I had never seen this close. I was to see death at first hand, right up close in my face. I can feel the pressure building in my heart as I write these words and feel where I will have to go to bring this to you, I have to see his face again just like that day when I was asked by my country to something for a brother, a soldier that I had stood in battle with, whom I had trusted with my life, A man that I had shared a time in history, A human being that gave the only thing that he had to give to you, he gave his life for your freedom, where does it say that freedom come for free, someone has to pay the piper. And the death wants its share. I had seen many faces of the dead, but what I was about to see, I did not know could be. When I arrived to my destiny I could feel my heart racing, I was now standing behind one of those damn containers full of body bags...I could not breath, I knew what was inside those doors. But I did not expect this.
… I am sorry, I am sitting here listen to amazing grace as I write, and it brings peace to my heart and makes this a whole lot enduring...
The doors were open now; I could see the bodies piled up one on top of another. The Man, The Soldiers, the bodies of son and fathers and brothers were piled up like meat being shipped to market. They were not laded out with flags on them, they were not cleaned and dressed in new uniforms to be sent home to the Mothers and the fathers and the brothers and sisters and to their children, no they were not treated with any kind of respect, they were nothing put body’s to these people they did not care how they were sent home. It was not their job to care because they were too damn busy making money of the shipping and handling of the body's.
When the corpsman found the bag he was looking for he called me over there.
I had been given the duty of having to identify my friends body for them to tag him to be shipped home to mountains of Wyoming, I can see him sitting up on top of the highest Mountain there, watching over the land that he had died to protect from any and all enemy’s of the flag of the Untied States of America. He had given his best. As I looked upon his face, I see where the bullet had hit him. I was looking into his eyes; I could feel the hurt, the anger, the madness of what I was looking at. My friend, my brother, A Soldier, A Man, A young boy at the age of 18 had died for what? Your freedom. Do you think that your life is worth his to me, it is not, he was my brother in battle he protected me when I was asleep, he protect me when I had to weep, because he was a young man that had to do what he thought was right he stood up to fight, to fight for your right to live free in a country that did not even want us back here, because we had become the killers that they trained us to become, we were now their enemy.
The Man, the soldiers that fought in the Vietnam War did not get the return home parade, they did not get a hero’s welcome, they did not get one thanks from anyone.
What we got was hatred and judgment against us for war crimes against the same enemy that cut the throws of every other man at night in a base camp, just to f**k with your head. We are talking about an enemy that would send a child with a bomb to give to you just to blow your ass up; he did not care about the child’s life, the same, enemy that would shoot their own people for rice, the same enemy that killed thousands of soldiers that were fighting for their rights to live here in America free from all the Tertiary of war. Wars kill people just like you. I am sorry that I am angry because now I am looking into the face of death, when I came up for air, all I wanted to do at that point in time was kick someone’s ass for this, they did not clean his face, the blood was still there, he was being shipped home like that, there was no respect for their body’s, they did not come home with flags draping over them like you see on TV. They were shipped like meat going to the market, these men were your brothers, these men where your fathers, these men were your son, these men were your husbands, these men were soldiers that died for the right for you to stand here today and say I am an American.
THOSE ARE THE HEROES; THEY WERE YOUR KNIGHTS IN SHINING ARMOR. THEY WERE THE MEN OF THE ARMED FORCES OF THE UNTIED STATES OF AMERICA. THEY WERE MY BROTHERS IN BATTLE,
They are Soldiers.
I have had this story buried in my head since I was 18 years old, I am now 63 sitting in my rocking chair telling my tales of time passed, yet I can remember them as they were yesterday. The faces and places I will never forget, It was only part of a life time that only took a year out of my life, yet I can never forget my I fight, Today I still fight for my freedom, My freedom to choose my way of life, I am now a Transgender person that lives with the memory of what I did as a man.
I am in no way proud of what I had to do for you, don't get me wrong and make the mistake and think that I was not proud to be a Soldier, what I was not proud of is what I had to do to become a man. Today I still am fighting for my freedom and for the freedom of many like myself. We are different then you, but when I was fighting for your freedom I was still the same as I am now. I am a transgender and I would love to say thank you to all that died for my rights.
Too all the family's that lose a love one over there, I salute them for you because I can I am an Ex-Marine Sgt. and I have the right to do so, even if I am wearing a dress.
Today my life is in some kind of transformation. I am growing old and something inside me wants to sit in my rocking chair and tell my stories of times gone by.
I am not sure why this is what I feel? One day maybe I will know why I stood upon a hill in Vietnam to light up the night, to show my human side of myself to the enemy, because I needed to be the target to save a four man killer team that had been spotted and was being fired on, until I stood on top of that hill and let my light shine over them to protect them.
I challenged a 50 caliber machine gun and drew fire to myself to give them a chance to get out of range.
As the bullets passed my head I could hear what they said.
I could see the dust at my feet.
My heart did not skip a beat.
I did not fear no evil because what I felt was a light that was shining on me.
I was in his hands and protected form all harm, So that I may write today.
What I write truly comes from my heart.
Thank You.
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
SOLDIER
VOLUME TWO
THE RECOVERY
BY
THE MISFORTUNES
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
THE SOLDIER
TO BE A MARINE
IS TO DO OR DIE
Those are the words
They taught us to live and die by
You heard them from the time you woke up till you went to bed
IF YOU WENT TO BED
THIS IS A REAL STORY OF A BOY THAT WENT TO WAR
TO FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM
NOW SET ME FREE
TO BE WHAT I WANT TO BE
Table of Contents. 3
Chapter one. 5
101st Airborne. 5
CHAPTER TWO.. 11
THE FACES. 11
INTRODUCTION
Here I am 62 years old now and still walk through time into the past that I lived long ago. I am not proud of what I had to do there just for freedom, today I write for those that can write no more, for the soldiers of the 101st airborne I say thank you for your courage and your life. To the family’s, I say I am sorry that I came home and they did not. I would have proudly taken their place in line to get to heaven, because that is where all good Soldiers go.
SOUTHERN ACTS PRESENTS
"THE MISFORTUNES"
WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
Chapter One
101st Airborne
To Shed A Tear…
Today I'll cry,
Just for a little.
Today I'll try,
Not, to make myself so bitter.
If there is not pain,
Then, there is no gain.
I walked till I hurt,
Walking on concrete and dirt.
If I do not feel the real pain,
How will I know, I am not insane.
This is sad, yet it is true,
I fought in a real war, just for you.
I live with that pain in my heart,
For it is a time that will never part
Every day I hear the cries,
Every day I see their eyes.
So full of the tears,
Through all this time and the years.
Till this day I wonder.
Why did so many have to die over yonder?
THANKS
To all the men and women that fight for our freedom.
AND
To all the Vietnam Vet's
EX-Marine Sgt. B.J. Chiasson
When I left the hospital on Monkey Mountain, I was sent down to a place called Nha Trang in South Vietnam, the Deep South. What was going to happen now was all because the Army thought that I was in the Army, but I was not, I was a Marine that had been sent there because there was no more room at the Navy evacuate for me. That is when I got lost from the paper work and lose everything. I had to go where they told me to, and I was told that I would be going home, just had to wait for a ride. I was transported by cargo plane; it got three different planes to get me there from the middle of the Nam where I was wounded.
If you will remember I was a Marine
But now I am in Army Country. So I was a lost soldier. I did not belong there and I knew it, but I was just following orders and when you are a soldier, it does not matter what uniform the officer is wearing, you best respect that officer, and I was a soldier. I learned that is was not for me to question, it was for me to obey those orders.
When I landed I was taken to this place where there was nothing but sheds build out of plywood and tin, the bunks were lined up back to back, there was not any room to sit between them because the sheds were full of wound men laying in those bunks, yes wound soldier that were screaming from the pain that they have encounter from battle. These men had lost body parts , like legs and arms some, I am sure did not ever leave that damn hell hole that they were in, it was so sickening to see this, so like what the hell was going on here why were the soldier being treated like this? What and who was in charge here. What I saw was not in any way called for, this was not right. How could one human being treat another human being like that, these men were on the front lines fighting for what was right in the eyes of this country that we live in, they were fighting and dying for your freedom yet they suffered more then you can ever image in your life time. There were no words to describe what I was feeling at that moment in my life I was so angry, so full of just wanting to know why is this even happened here?
I was there and I could not leave. I had to try to sleep there, but I wanted more to try to understand why this was? These men were soldiers, that were door gunners and crew chiefs and pilots that had been shoot down over the jungles in Vietnam. These men were there when I needed them to be there for me, that were my savior's and many others like myself, we counted on them to be there when we called out. It was their duty as soldiers to protect us, but who in the hell was protecting them now, they had given the ultimate sacrifice that one human being could give to another, their lives. What more could a soldier do? To die in battle is a honor, but to suffer like they had to was wrong and I must tell the world of what I saw. At night I would go down to the movie place and see what was going on, well what I found was not what I needed to see, the soldiers that could walk because they were the ones that were just trying to get out, so they used any excuse to get out, They were stealing the meds from the wounded and selling them at the movie house. That is why the wounded were screaming, because they had no meds left to take.
Here I am 18 years old and I have to live with this, knowing that there is nothing that I could have done to make it better for them, I was angry and could not do anything to help them, why was that? I do not and will never understand what would turn a man into what I was there, it was money, money for the drugs, it did not matter that their brothers were lying in those bunks suffer and dying every f**king minute. There was no way I could rest there. I asked about seeing a Doctor, I wanted out, I did not care if I had to go back out in the bush, I just wanted out of there. The Doc. Only came there once a week, so what does that tell you. Those men just laid there in their blood and all that screaming, I will never forget those faces, they were my brothers in battle they were Soldiers from the101st Airborne Division,
I Statue You Soldiers.
A moment of silence for those that did not come home...
CHAPTER TWO
THE FACES
Stepping away from this as we move on, I still had to travel back to my outfit. It took me three days as I hitched north by cargo planes. When I got back to the hill where my outfit was they would not let me in the gate, because I was wearing an army uniform, it was all I had; they cut mine off at the hospital. When they finally let me in, I was sent to the infirmary to be checked out, I guess it was a good thing because the wounds that I had received were infected and I was but in bed again.
I was up and getting back on my feet now and things were ok for the most part, but I still was not going home.
I was there for a few days , then I was sent out to Hill 55 and all I had to do was nothing, because my time was coming to an end there they just let me stay there instead of sending me home.
I had some time to think about going home now, not sure if I even wanted to go home, because I was home now, I was in the hell that we had created.
I am not sure why I had this feeling as I would sit out on one the tanks in the evening and look over toward the Mountains, it was beautiful there sometimes when you stopped looking at all the body’s and blood all over everything you touched, there was never a day that I can remember that I did not see someone’s blood. Be it the enemy or my own brothers in battle. That is what wars do, they created body, dead bodies. Do you know why they created body bags? To put dead soldiers body's in them to ship home in cargo containers, like meat, the only difference was that they did not hang them up; they just piled them up in those same containers that are now shipping your junk that you buy from the same enemy that we were fighting then. You have no idea what kind of enemy we faced there. They were cruel and unjust, yet we were worst I do believe. I was given the time to just sit there and try to understand what had happened here. I was afraid to come home, because I knew what was going on here, you see we were soldiers doing what soldier do, we play war games. We killed people just like you.
Every day you sit and enjoy your life, your family and job. You take summers off, you live in a free world where anything is possible if you know how to get what you want out of life, you are free today, just because there were men, soldiers that were there at the front lines to protect you and yours, they were the brave, they were the heroes.
It is hard to stand up I say that I am proud of a nation that treated they young men the way they did here. Is it in myself to forgive myself for what I have done, when will I get to fine some kind of peace in my head when will I stop hearing those screams in the night, how will I ever stop seeing those face of the 101. Time was passing slowly now for me, because I think that I was in some kind of shock because I had begun a killer what kind of life could I have at home. Everything that I knew had turn to shit, I had to return to a world that did not want me here, to you I am no better than that enemy back then.
When will I be free?
There were some men that I had met over there and we had spend a lot of time together, I can remember one of them more so, because I was asked to do something I had never done before.
During the time I was in the hospital and traveling all over the Nam, they were killed by the enemy. I did not have a chance to say good bye. We had been into a lot of shit with each other watching our backs. I was not there; I could not watch their backs. I can still see his face, he was a man from the mountains of Wyoming, and we called him the mountain man. He was short, but firm. He was like a mountain himself, rough and tough, never gave a shit about nothing, he was free in his heart, he was my friend and I did not get to say good bye.
Now I had to follow orders because I was a soldier. I had to do something I could have easily walked the hell away from.
It took me a day to drive there by Jeep, I was not sure where I was going but I knew what my duty was. I was getting really to step into a world that I had never seen this close. I was to see death at first hand, right up close in my face. I can feel the pressure building in my heart as I write these words and feel where I will have to go to bring this to you, I have to see his face again just like that day when I was asked by my country to something for a brother, a soldier that I had stood in battle with, whom I had trusted with my life, A man that I had shared a time in history, A human being that gave the only thing that he had to give to you, he gave his life for your freedom, where does it say that freedom come for free, someone has to pay the piper. And the death wants its share. I had seen many faces of the dead, but what I was about to see, I did not know could be. When I arrived to my destiny I could feel my heart racing, I was now standing behind one of those damn containers full of body bags...I could not breath, I knew what was inside those doors. But I did not expect this.
… I am sorry, I am sitting here listen to amazing grace as I write, and it brings peace to my heart and makes this a whole lot enduring...
The doors were open now; I could see the bodies piled up one on top of another. The Man, The Soldiers, the bodies of son and fathers and brothers were piled up like meat being shipped to market. They were not laded out with flags on them, they were not cleaned and dressed in new uniforms to be sent home to the Mothers and the fathers and the brothers and sisters and to their children, no they were not treated with any kind of respect, they were nothing put body’s to these people they did not care how they were sent home. It was not their job to care because they were too damn busy making money of the shipping and handling of the body's.
When the corpsman found the bag he was looking for he called me over there.
I had been given the duty of having to identify my friends body for them to tag him to be shipped home to mountains of Wyoming, I can see him sitting up on top of the highest Mountain there, watching over the land that he had died to protect from any and all enemy’s of the flag of the Untied States of America. He had given his best. As I looked upon his face, I see where the bullet had hit him. I was looking into his eyes; I could feel the hurt, the anger, the madness of what I was looking at. My friend, my brother, A Soldier, A Man, A young boy at the age of 18 had died for what? Your freedom. Do you think that your life is worth his to me, it is not, he was my brother in battle he protected me when I was asleep, he protect me when I had to weep, because he was a young man that had to do what he thought was right he stood up to fight, to fight for your right to live free in a country that did not even want us back here, because we had become the killers that they trained us to become, we were now their enemy.
The Man, the soldiers that fought in the Vietnam War did not get the return home parade, they did not get a hero’s welcome, they did not get one thanks from anyone.
What we got was hatred and judgment against us for war crimes against the same enemy that cut the throws of every other man at night in a base camp, just to f**k with your head. We are talking about an enemy that would send a child with a bomb to give to you just to blow your ass up; he did not care about the child’s life, the same, enemy that would shoot their own people for rice, the same enemy that killed thousands of soldiers that were fighting for their rights to live here in America free from all the Tertiary of war. Wars kill people just like you. I am sorry that I am angry because now I am looking into the face of death, when I came up for air, all I wanted to do at that point in time was kick someone’s ass for this, they did not clean his face, the blood was still there, he was being shipped home like that, there was no respect for their body’s, they did not come home with flags draping over them like you see on TV. They were shipped like meat going to the market, these men were your brothers, these men where your fathers, these men were your son, these men were your husbands, these men were soldiers that died for the right for you to stand here today and say I am an American.
THOSE ARE THE HEROES; THEY WERE YOUR KNIGHTS IN SHINING ARMOR. THEY WERE THE MEN OF THE ARMED FORCES OF THE UNTIED STATES OF AMERICA. THEY WERE MY BROTHERS IN BATTLE,
They are Soldiers.
I have had this story buried in my head since I was 18 years old, I am now 63 sitting in my rocking chair telling my tales of time passed, yet I can remember them as they were yesterday. The faces and places I will never forget, It was only part of a life time that only took a year out of my life, yet I can never forget my I fight, Today I still fight for my freedom, My freedom to choose my way of life, I am now a Transgender person that lives with the memory of what I did as a man.
I am in no way proud of what I had to do for you, don't get me wrong and make the mistake and think that I was not proud to be a Soldier, what I was not proud of is what I had to do to become a man. Today I still am fighting for my freedom and for the freedom of many like myself. We are different then you, but when I was fighting for your freedom I was still the same as I am now. I am a transgender and I would love to say thank you to all that died for my rights.
Too all the family's that lose a love one over there, I salute them for you because I can I am an Ex-Marine Sgt. and I have the right to do so, even if I am wearing a dress.
Today my life is in some kind of transformation. I am growing old and something inside me wants to sit in my rocking chair and tell my stories of times gone by.
I am not sure why this is what I feel? One day maybe I will know why I stood upon a hill in Vietnam to light up the night, to show my human side of myself to the enemy, because I needed to be the target to save a four man killer team that had been spotted and was being fired on, until I stood on top of that hill and let my light shine over them to protect them.
I challenged a 50 caliber machine gun and drew fire to myself to give them a chance to get out of range.
As the bullets passed my head I could hear what they said.
I could see the dust at my feet.
My heart did not skip a beat.
I did not fear no evil because what I felt was a light that was shining on me.
I was in his hands and protected form all harm, So that I may write today.
What I write truly comes from my heart.
Thank You.
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