Spyderdan: Jesus I should write a book.....
Okay, to make a long story even longer: I was a great Marine. 82 asvab, guide in boot camp, I was number one in my platoon (been called an absolute animal in the field, in attacks, etc.), 290+ PFT, unmatched in knowledge, perseverance and guts.Just made a few stupid mistakes.
I was charged with destruction of gov't property (and wrote a smart-ass statement about it, ooops),underage drinking, UA, missing movement, insubordination (all because of goddammned alcohol), and I had no connections. They slammed me, sheduled for special court martial (it actually said "The United States VS. Lcpl .....) but got down to a lessor court.
Then the Iraq thing happened and oppurtunity came a-knockin. Tried to redeem myself by volunteering for a spot with the HQ unit headed over on the USS Bataan. With a lot of luck I got myself a spot on the roster, a berth, desert issue and my M249 SAW back (ooh-fuckin-rah) and was supposed to ship out when I got drunk (worst mistake in my life) for the supposed last time in the states.
Well, wouldn't you know that I had a case of "Russian hands and Roman fingers" every time I hung out with this one guy (who definately knew about me, but I never admitted) especially when I was drunk. I was hanging on him, biting him, etc. and he just wouldn't have it. I finally told him, 2 nights before we were out and said I just wanted to suck his cock more than anything in the world. He was speechless, and I went to bed alone and horny.
Next day I was told orders came in and I was to be discharged immediately, they said my "Seperation in lieu of Trial" papers came through, even though I withdrew the SILT weeks prior. I went in to request mast(jump the chain of command to dispute a problem) to the colonel, but the E-9 smelled beer on my fuckin breath and that was the end of that (I was on restriction and still underage). No Iraq, no redemption, no shit. The kid left and didn't even shake my hand. He nor any of them deserved that war as much as I did.
To this day the thought lingers in my head that the kid ratted on me and then strings were pulled to get me off that ship. It just didn't make sense to me, I even trained for 2 weeks to go over. I was the best shot, I was schooling motherfuckers on the machine gun range (I was a rifle coach MOS 8530 too) all the corporals and sergeants wanted me to go, but I guess a few big wig officers didn't like me. I made mistakes, too but some of the other legal cases actually went, people who didn't want to go, and swore they'd kill the captain if they went. What's up with that?
I've been out for 2 years now and wish I fought more to stay in. I ponder trying to get back in, I've even been in contact my congressman's speacial assistant, I just haven't been pursuing it. I am afraid that if I go back, people who knew about me are still in, and I don't think I could deal with that.
I told the kid that night, "Just cause I'm queer doesn't mean I don't want to go over and kill those motherfuckers, and fight just like you"
I compare my thoughts of getting back in to the philosophy in my signature.
Sorry for this being so long, I tend to ramble especially when I really need someone to listen...........