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SSG Chad Wille

October 17, 2012

Hello, Friends.

Here is a series of stories that will make you sick.  Apparently, in the AZ National Guard a group of recruiters has been running amok.  One of their favorite hobbies?  Taking new recruits “Bum Hunting.”  They enjoy going out and humiliting the homeless and shooting them with paint ball guns.  For those who don’t know – a large number of homeless are their brother and sister Veterans.  Here is just one of the articles:

However, I don’t want to talk about those douche bag ass wipes!  I want to talk about the man that this article focuses on – a man by the name of SSG Chad Wille.  SSG Wille is a fellow recruiter – when he discovered what was happening – it would seem that he pursued this like a pitbull on a bunny!  His superiors told him to “drop it.”  He refused.  They tried to get him out of the Guard.  He fought harder.  They accessed his personnel files and they threatened his life…and this man…this one, honorable man said, “Not on my watch.”

SSG Wille – I don’t know if you will ever see this.  I don’t know if you are out there doing a Google search for yourself, but if you find me…I have a message for you.

SSG Wille – from the bottom of my heart I want to thank you.  Thank you for your courage.  Thank you for the honor to stand up for someone who is weaker than you are.  Thank you for being the good soldier.  Most of all – thank you for being a real f-ing Non-Commissioned Officer!  You bring great credit upon yourself, your rank, your service and those you are protecting!

I remember taking and teaching classes in leadership in the military, one statement always stuck out.  Don’t be paternal or maternal…as the case may be.  You are not their parent.  That is true – but it is also false.  Just like children your young soldiers will follow your lead.  They will become you.  Your leadership style, your values, your rules.  They will emulate you in many – if not all – things.  You will “rear” them to be good or bad leaders.  In this way, you are a parent.  If you don’t believe me, or think I am being touchy feely, think again.  Look at how you made your own choices in stressful situations.  How many times did you ask yourself as a young leader…how did SGT ? handle this?  That is how we learn to be leaders.

I can remember the name of every NCO that touched my life – both positive and negative.  There are some that I will admire and adore to the day I die – though they may never know it.  I looked to their memory and their skills and their tactics until my last day in the military.  When to be tough?  When to be funny?  When to be a friend?  When to be a Sergeant?  How to show compassion in a tough situation while still instilling those Army values and their own comittment.  Most importantly – how to do my best and practice what I preached.  I was far from perfect – but their leadership helped me to be a better leader.

These young soldiers who were “bum hunting” and being encouraged, or forced, to engage in sexual behaviors.  What did they learn from their leaders?  How will they lead?  They watched as SSG Chad Wille’s life became a living nightmare as he became a target for choosing the hard right instead of the easy wrong.  What did they learn?

Sergeants – teach your “children” well.  They are the next generation.  Unfortunately, some of these Arizona recruiters have left a large number of broken troops who will become your next generation of leaders.  God help you and the troops that they train.

Prayers for SSG Wille and his family!



Fundamental Culture Shift

August 16, 2012

Hello, Friends.

Well – everyone is talking about The Invisible War and I can’t be happier about that!  In the past I have talked about solutions to the problem.  I would like to say that this is “easy” to fix – but anyone who has served in the military knows that change comes slowly.  In fact, when I went to basic training in the 80’s…my mess kit was manufactured in the 1940’s!  No, change doesn’t come swiftly.

The unfortunate reality is that we need to have a fundamental shift in culture – not just in the military, either.  I have a daughter and it terrifies me…the things I see on TV and in music.  The books she reads.  The internet she has access to.  The way that women are portrayed and talked about.  I am no longer her “mother” – her primary female influences (mothers) are people like Katy Perry, Bella from Twilight and Snooki from Jersey Shore.  They are the one’s that tell her what a woman should be like.  Even if I restricted all access to these things, it would do no good, because her peers and her teachers get to spend more time with her than I do.  All you can do is mitigate the damage to the best of your ability – try to teach her that she doesn’t have to look like a $5.00 hooker to be beautiful.  Teach her that her value is in being an amazing person on the inside – not worried about wearing the right eye shadow.

It was the same for me as a teenager.  I zoned out when my mother tried to teach me to cook and sew and how to mop the floor in pearls and high heels.  I despised her “how to make your husband happy” lectures about dinner and housework and such.  Of course, she was a stay-at-home mom who put dinner on the table at 4:30 pm and ran Daddy hot baths.  She was a typical 50’s mom -even though it was the 70’s!  She wasn’t wrong – she was just a product of her culture.

The Invisible War points out that Company Commanders don’t want to contact their Battalion Commander to tell them that there has been an “incident.”  That sexual assault is viewed as a “failure of command.”  The film is right – that is exactly how it is viewed.  When “bad” things happen – no Commander wants that on their record.  The current culture says that good leaders don’t allow anything inappropriate to happen.  Unfortunately, this keeps the Commander from actually doing anything – let alone the right thing!  Company Commanders cannot control everything that happens within their units – neither can senior NCO’s.  The consequence of this “keep it in the company” mentality is that the Predator can Prey again!

We have to change the culture that surrounds rape.  The culture that accuses the victim and creates silence through shame.  The culture that says – “If you weren’t in the military – you wouldn’t have gotten raped.  What do you women expect?”  We have to change the culture that allows women to be viewed as second class citizens.

Change comes slowly – but if we don’t get “change” into the fast lane – our Nation will pay a hard price.  The only way to do this is to speak out – talk to everyone you can – make them understand.  If we don’t then we will be allowing the same repeating pattern of violence and hatred.  And that is unacceptable!





July 24, 2012

“We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline.” – Jack Nicholson as Col Jessup in A Few Good Men.

I had an opportunity to speak to someone tonight who can help tell a story.  It was good and I have nothing against him – except that there were times that I felt he didn’t understand.  He’s a civilian – it can’t be helped – and if he is reading this, please know that I don’t hold anything against you.  I just use this blog to express things that make no sense to the majority of the world.  The world that gets to lay under the safe blanket that those who are serving provide.

I couldn’t help think of Jack Nicholson’s speech in A Few Good Men.  As much as I find the whole premise of the character of Jessup to be deplorable and disgusting – I do have to respect who he is in this speech.  For those who don’t remember, I post it in it’s complete form:

You can’t handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

I do love that speech and I love the passion with which it is delivered.  The problem – as we later find out – is that Col Jessup has no honor.  You see, a man (or woman) of honor would have found another way to deal with the problem.  He uses his corrupted vision of “honor” as a way to justify his behavior – the attack on a “sub-standard Marine.”  In the end, the Marines did not kill Santiago – a person killed him.

The US Army did not rape me, they did not beat me, they did not put me in a broom closet with a dirty bastard who loved to dry hump women.  A person did that.  A person without honor, without courage and there are plenty of people out there who cannot handle that truth.  They don’t want to believe that a Soldier can behave in this way.  Well – I have a theory on that…

They are not Soldiers (or Marine, or Airmen or Guardsmen or Seamen.)  They are trash, they are drek.  They don’t have the right to be called Soldier.  You see – a Soldier follows the code.  A Soldier acts with honor.  In the Army it would be:  Loyalty, Duty, Respect, Selfless Service, Honor, Integrity and Personal Courage.  You cannot tell me that someone that rapes, beats, tortures, abuses their power and humiliates another individual is following any of those words.  They are nothing but Punchlines to them.  If they lived those values, they would turn themselves in for their crimes against their brothers and sisters.  They would beg forgiveness and throw themselves on their victims mercy.  I’m not saying I was a perfect individual – no one ever is – but being a Soldier, being a Sergeant (or an Officer) should cause you to strive for that perfection.

But that isn’t the case, is it.  I was their Punchline – I was their Punching Bag.  I find myself so angry and even angrier still that I can’t make others understand.  I fear that I have failed you – my fellow sisters and brothers who live in silence.  I am so afraid that I can’t do this – I can’t live up to the very code that I have strived to acheive my whole life. I want to so badly – but my courage fails me again.  I’m not sleeping well and I find myself being obsessive about all of this.  This is exactly what my husband is afraid I would do.

I would have forgiven them.  Had they asked me to.  If Clarence or Jerk or any of the others had asked me to – I would have forgiven them.  When all of this was happening in the unit, one SGT came to me and he said, “I know I wasn’t listed in the complaint – but I hope I have never done anything like that to you – if I did…I’m sorry.”  He was a good friend – a good NCO – despite the fact he could be difficult, he had honor.  I never doubted his honor or his integrity as a Soldier.  I heard later that he never spoke against me.  Not once.  He couldn’t help me – but he wouldn’t hurt me either.

I want to make the world understand – but I am still terribly afraid.  Sure, people kind of think you are a little off the deep end when you fear for your job, your family and your personal safety.  Experience says it has all been taken before and it can all be taken again.  After a particularly nasty scare – Brigid said to me – “Don’t worry, they aren’t going to kill you, you aren’t worth it.”  She was right at the time – but I wonder at what point we could become “worth it.”  I hear the normal people out there – they are thinking, Man…this chick is fruit loop, over the edge, time to lock her up!  Yup – that’s me…a fun little lollipop triple dipped in Psycho Sauce!  However, I have perfectly good reason to be.

Well – I guess my only option is back out to the Windmills – there is always another one the joust!  Maybe I should be posting under Don Quioxite?

To my regular readers – I beg your prayers and your warm energy and kind thoughts this week.  Believe it or not – I know you are out there and I do feel your love and support.  I keep you all constantly in my prayers!



PS – To the families and the survivors of the Aurora, Colorado shooting – please know, that you are in my thoughts and my prayers.  You have a very long road of healing ahead of you and the scars will always remain.  I am so sorry for all you have suffered and that you are suffering.  Please accept mine and Brigid’s deepest sympathies and know that – though we are strangers…we love you.

You Gotta Be Kidding ME!

November 8, 2010

Dear Joan:

I have talked to several people in the Department of Defense and the Veterans Affairs regarding your case. I was assured by DOD several months ago that a new person was on board who would assist me; however, after an initial conversation with that individual and despite her promise to get back to me, I was unable to make contact with her again.

Meagan is Congressman X’s VA legislative aid in Washington, D.C. Meagan has previously talked to the House of Representatives VA Subcommittee staff about this issue. Although there was interest in cases like yours, subcommittee staff did not add this to their agenda. In fact, Meagan just last week checked with Staff again but this topic still has not been added to the work calendar.

Since the Congress is drawing to a close, it is not likely this issue will come before the House until the next congress has been established. Although this is not what we had hoped for, our office will try again to have this reiewed again.

 Again, Congressman X and his staff are very sorry and disappointed with the outcome of our efforts. We will continue to be listening and watching for any opportunity to use as a vehicle to have this issue reviewed.

Staff/Constituent Services Representative

I received a box at my house on Friday.  In it was my complete file that I had given to Congressman X at his request and this letter that was signed by his Representative.  It is just me – or is this a crock of crap!

Mind you, the only reason this individual had my documentation was because he had asked for copies.  My VA Claim had been sitting in a back log for well over 6 months.  I had spoken with him at a town hall meeting over the Obamacare bill.  I had asked him to “keep the promise” and to fully fund the VA first! 

This woman got my records and the first thing she did was call my former boss in the military and ask him what he thought.  Now, SFC J, is a good guy and he made sure I had a lot of documents – but he certainly didn’t know the whole damn story and I really didn’t want him to.  I had signed a limited release of information, but I had no idea how far she would take that release.

Apparently, my records have spent the last year bouncing around Washington DC.  My VA Claim was adjudicated back in May – it is over.  I wonder if she knows that?

I really feel as though I have been abused all over again by these people.  Then they send me a letter that says – “Sorry, nobody gives a damn.”  Really, you actually expect DOD to give a damn?  Cause if they cared at all – they would have put a stop to this years ago.  They know what is happening, they have known, they just have no desire to stop it.

So she talked to “several people” about my case.  I wonder how many of them have my name?  I wonder how many of them were the actual abusers?  That scares me!  It scares me big!  Luckily, SFC J, is a good guy…but what if he had been my abuser?  What if he was the SGT Jerk or what if he were the Clarence that I talk about?  Can you imagine that!  Who knows, maybe she talked to one of those people.

I really, really want to throw up.  Is a little discretion too much to ask?


The Fine Line

October 26, 2010

Hello, Friends.

Well, today has essentially been a miserable day.  I am suffering from guilt.  On Sunday I got a call from someone I know that wanted me to give her a ride to the VA…she’s sick.  Well, I was in a distant city picking my kids up, so I told her I wasn’t home and woundn’t be home until later.  I guess she called me a couple of times and I never heard my phone ring…swear I didn’t.

Last night on my way home from the VA – her mom called me – no one would seem to give her daughter a ride to the VA.  I had meetings I had to attend and then I essentially hid for 3 hours.  I never committed to being able to be her taxi service.

I would like to point out that it is a 70 mile round trip to the VA and back.  I also know that someone had offered to give her a ride, if she could give them a little for the gas money.  I have also seen this person turn a paper cut into a four inch long gash that goes clear to the bone – at least when she retells the story.

However, I feel like crap for not just going and getting her.  What if she really was as sick as she claimed to be.  I do need to say that this person is not my friend.  She used to be my friend.  Actually, I am older than her and when we were in the  military together, her and some other young girls used to call me MaMa.  Need something?  Got a problem?  Go ask MaMa.

I spent quite a bit of time going toe to toe with male NCO’s that gave female soldiers trouble.  This girl was one of their targets and so a lot of issues for me came because I was protecting her.  When I filed charges within the unit, she had a private meeting with the Sergeant Major, all she had to do was say, “Yes, this is the truth.”  All she had to do was say, Yes.  Not only did she lie and say that none of it ever happened and that I was lying, but then she took her precious time to go out into the community and tell people that I was doing this because I was afraid to deploy.  Excuse me?  Several mutual “friends” came to me and said, “you gotta be careful!”

She acted like nothing had ever happened and for some time after I was discharged she would come to me to complain about SGT Jerk.  Oh, yes, SGT Jerk…the same one that likes to beat females with sticks in front of platoons.  I finally told her as nicely as possible that I never want to hear another word about him again and that if she had simply taken the courage to stand up for one moment…it would have been over. 

I try to live my life as a good Christian.  Not a “religious” person, but as a person who tries very hard to put Christ’s love into action.  Believe me, I know all of the Bible verses about loving your neighbor, forgiving 70×7, turning the other cheek.  But is there a fine line between being a door mat and a forgiving person?!  What if your cheek has turned so much that it just “burns” all the time?  What about protecting myself from being tortured?  To spend two hours with her in the car listening to her talk about the trauma she has suffered.  Wow…really…must be bad!  Or worse, that she has no real friends…no one does anything for her after all she does for others.

I hear from this person once every 6 months – and that is normally when we run into one another accidentally.  It is no surprise that everyone she called for a ride had other responsibilities or they were sick.  She takes and takes and gives nothing in return.  Not even the common human courtesy of friendship.  Real friendship. 

So why do I feel so like HELL today.  Like I have sinned.  Like I have failed.  Still, I know that if it had been anyone but “her” I would have been there in a heartbeat.  Really, I would have.  Even people that I wouldn’t necessarily call a friend.  Every month I shuttle my kids 160 miles to see their dad and then I go back again and get them.  I don’t complain.  They love their dad.  I can’t stand him – but when he had his heart attacks I came to the hospital. 

So why can’t I let go of this?  Maybe it is because there is a fine line – and maybe protecting myself this time was okay.  I forgive her – I truly hardly even think of her – and I know why she did what she did.  That doesn’t mean that I should have to be re-victimized just because SHE needed someone.   After all, that is a small part of what got me into the mess in the first place, when she needed someone I was there.  When I needed her – all I got was stabbed in the back.


The Beginning of the End Part 6

September 27, 2010

66. I went out to the Armory 31 January 1998 to turn in my gear. I took  my friend Joan, because I was frightened by what might be done or said to me while I was there. SGT B asked if he could speak with me privately, and I agreed. He said that there were no hard feelings on his part that I had disobeyed him. He said that CPT O had informed him I was leaving, and proceeded to ask him of my poor work habits. SGT B said that he went to bat for me, and would continue to do so, that I had excellent work habits, and that he had never had a ny problems with me. I thanked him and told him that I had no hard feelings towards him either. I also spoke to SSG K and told him that I was sorry that I couldn’t take it anymore, and was getting out. He said that he understood, but was sorry to see me go (he had convinced me several times not to give up or try to get out). He said that I had to do what was right for me, and I said that being there was not right for me anymore. I asked him what he knew about my leaving, and he said that he knew nothing. I said that he might as well know, because the office and SGT B knew already, and it wouldn’t be a secret for long. And I told him about going to the IG for a Medical Discharge. I said that I didn’t understand why SGT B should know and not him.I said that I had become to tried to fight anymore, and I gave up. SSG said that it explained why SFC M had been asking about my lousy work habits, and SSG K informed him that I didn’t have any poor work habits. He said that he told FC M that when I came to Tech Supply, we sat down and reached an agreement, and I never violated that agreement. I told SSG K that I was sorry, and said that he wouldn’t understand until later, but I just wanted to apologize in advance. He asked if it was because of something that might be coming, and I said yes-but tha he had nothing to worry about. I thanked him for being one of the few who ever stood up for me and supported me, and never held my past (1SG Orange) against me. I said that I could never thank him enough for always treating me with respect, and that I would miss him. Then I gave him a hug in front of my husband.

67. This brings me to the questions, why in the world would I be asked time and time again by SFC M or CPT O, to put in extra RMAs in the orderly room if my work habits are really that bad, and I was so lazy? This just doesn’t make any sense to me. I feel that CPT O and SFC M are just trying to discredit me, to try to save themselves. I spoke to MAJ A, and he said that he heard no negatives about me during his interviews at the unit.

Twenty Years Ago

August 23, 2010

My parents came down for Sunday dinner and they brought with them a file full of old junk.  While digging through it I came across my promotion photo to Specialist.  Wow!  Talk about a shocker.  I don’t even remember the girl in the photo – although I know it was me and I know the day it was taken.  In fact, even though I didn’t remember the picture, I do remember having that picture taken.

Some of the things that struck me right off is how straight my back was and how tall my bangs were!  If I remember right, the year was 1990 – so it was 20 years ago – and we women wore our bangs as high as we could get them.  I also can’t help but think how skinny I was…it was three kids ago…but man was I skinny.  It also helped me to remember why I spend money every 6 wks to get my eyebrows waxed.  They look a little like dead caterpillars in that picture.  Although I was obviously trying to look serious – there is clearly the faintest hint of a smile at the corners of my mouth.  It was “promotion” day…I was happy.  Who wouldn’t be?

It was taken after my divorce from the abusive first husband – but before Clarence.  It was taken when I still loved the Army.  The girl in the photo may have my body, a few pounds heavier  and more wrinkly now, but we don’t share the same soul.  The innocence long since shattered, the pieces swept away.  I don’t know, maybe it is the same soul…just older and more tired.  Age isn’t always a matter of can be a matter of miles – and a lot of days I feel like I am long past the due date for a tire rotation and oil change! 

It reminds me of looking at my daughter, although she is more beautiful than I ever was.  She is turning 14 next month and I keep trying to get through to her.  Stay away from the bad stuff; drugs, alcohol, men.  You don’t need a boy in your life to be a whole person.  Be a whole person – then find a whole person that you love to share with.

I have that song Fifteen by Taylor Swift running through my head.  Great song, and my daughter loves it, I just hope it gets through to her.

“When you’re Fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, You’re gonna believe them….In your life you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team…Fifteen”

Somedays I really wish that life had a rewind button.  However, we would probably still make the same mistakes we made the first time around, or make even worse mistakes.  Either that or we would end up missing out on some of the best stuff in our lives because we changed our paths.  Nothing is coincidence…everything happens for  a reason.

I suppose that is why that old picture struck me so hard.  The “who I used to be” coming face-to-face with the “who I am.”  I guess it makes me wonder who I will be in twenty more years.  Twenty years ago I didn’t know that soldiers or leaders assaulted or abused their subordinates.  I didn’t know that the scars from that are yours for a lifetime.  I didn’t know that leadership would cover up and brush things like that under the rug.  I didn’t know that when you turn for help – everyone else turns their backs.

Maybe the “true believer” in me is still hoping that in twenty more years…those things will be gone forever.  That there will be no more victims that need to learn to be survivors.  Maybe the young soul in that picture is still inside somewhere – praying for the best…but knowing that she will probably never see that day.


For What It’s Worth

August 19, 2010

“I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down.

 Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away”

 For What It’s Worth – Buffalo Springfield

 This song has been stuck in my brain for several days.  It has always been one of my favorite songs and it seems particularly poignant today.  It really seems as though so many people are running around in our government with their heads buried in the sand. 

 I didn’t even hear about the recent dismissal’s and non-judiciary punishment of certain naval personnel due to “misconduct” until Jay wrote about it in his blog.  Obviously, the media is really concerned about all of this because it sure hasn’t been mentioned anywhere that I have seen, and I am a true news junkie.

 Paul Taylor, a Navy spokesman, stated:  “We do not tolerate this sort of conduct in the military.”

 Really, Mr. Taylor?  Because from my perspective it isn’t just tolerated…it is encouraged.  How is it encouraged?  It is encouraged because the people who do it lose a month’s pay and get reassigned…and that is considered justice.  IF it is punished at all, more often than not, the perpetrators continue on their merry ways while the victim is punished. 

 Apparently, LT Jerome Randolph, did receive court martial and two years in jail.  Hopefully, he is making very big rocks into very little rocks in Leavenworth…but the articles don’t say.  He had, what he claims, as consensual sex with a 19 y/o female in his stateroom.  She stated that it was forced.  What the true story is, only these two people know, but I would like to explain something about this.

 If you are an officer or an NCO in the U. S. Military then you really need to pay attention to this.  I am going to help you possibly save your career.


 So long as you hold RANK over a person, whether or not they are in your chain-of-command, you cannot have consensual sex with them.  Period.  End of Statement.

 Theoretically, yes, they can consent.  They are grown ups.  They can “want you bad.”  Legally, they cannot consent.  You need to get that through your thick head!  Even if the lower ranking person gets on the stand and says they wanted to have sex, it is still against the UCMJ.  It is called Fraternizing – and it is wrong. 

 When are we going to stop and look around?  When is the military going to take a close look at what is happening out there?  When is the media going to wake up and start reporting?

 Our area just deployed three thousand people to a theater of operations.  According to statistics, approximately 500 of them are going to come home with an exposure to Military Sexual Trauma.  That is just “statistics” that doesn’t count the real numbers.  Being very knowledgeable of the “policies” of a couple of the units – I can pretty much make a scientific wild-ass guess that the real numbers are “much” higher.  Especially when the real policy is:  “sexual harrassment is not prosecuted – but it is a graded exercise – so do it very, very well.”

 I can’t help but worry about them…for what it’s worth.



Ranger Wags Part 10

August 3, 2010

During this break was when he illustrated exactly what he  meant by being able to “fuck up” (his words) anyone he wanted. He said that he had 8 NCOERs to do, and how he had stayed up late the night before, and was able to complete 5, but that he still had 3 left to do yet. He told me that he was going to “Fuck” two of his E-7s because they had pissed him off. He said tha tone of his E-7s thought that his personal life was more important than the Guard, and the other’s family was more important. he said that  this is what he mean that he could “fuck up” anyone’s career that he wanted, because he was going to put unsatisfactory on two places of each of their NCOERs, and asked me if I knew what that meant. I said I understood, because I have had to type up NCOERs in the past. He said that was how he was able to screw up people’s careers if he wanted, and asked if I understood. I said yes.

1SG Wags had me working at his desk, and he worked in the orderly room. He kept telling people that I had kicked him out of his office, which is untrue. I wanted to work in the orderly room, not his office. He asked if they didn’t agree that he was such a nice guy for allowing me to use his office, while he was forced to suffer in the orderly room. I would try to leave the odor open, but he would shut it every time. Every time that we would be alone, I would try to leave the door open, but he always would have me shut it, or he shut it himself.

I worked fast, so I could get out of there as soon as I could, and every time I thought I was done, he would give me something else to do. All I wanted was to get away from him. I ran out of things to do after lunch, except to file a few items, which took all of 5 minutes. So, he had me sit in his office, and did not release me. Instead, we sat in his office and BS’d until George came in and asked me if I wanted a pop. I said sure, and 1SG Wags told George that he needed a Pepsi. George returned with a pop for me, but not for 1SG Wags. He asked where his pop was. George said that 1SG Wags didn’t give him any money for pop. Then the three of us discussed George’s promotion status, that he could not get promoted without his High School Diploma. George said that he already knew this, because 1SG Wags had already informed him of this twice. I asked 1SG Wags to help me to convince George that he needed to get his Diploma so that he could get promoted. After George left, 1SG Wags and I looked up my promotion status. I wasn’t eligible because of PT.

From the Top Down

July 28, 2010

So, I have decided to take a break today from posting my Ranger Wags Story. There are a few things I have been wanting to say lately, and thought maybe I should wait to say them until after the Ranger Wags saga was complete. But that could take a few weeks, so you get my thoughts today.

The thought has struck me that since war has begun thousands of years ago, what has been the one constant? Rape and plunder. Yes, as crude and dark ages as that may seem, rape and plunder were the rewards that soldiers got for 1000s of years. But we are not in the dark ages anymore, are we? Or are we? Really, think about it. Vietnam, Korea. How many women native to those countries were raped by American soldiers? Many. Many, many women were raped by the military forces that were there to free them. No wonder Korea hates us, really.

What was different in the dark ages? Women didn’t serve with their fellow-man, usually. St Joan was burned at the stake as a heretic for serving, and fighting. She was also raped just because she fought and lead troops, and was a woman. And she wasn’t raped by the enemy of France, but by her own country man. Sick, isn’t it?

For the last few decades, women have finally been allowed to serve, that doesn’t mean they chose to serve to be raped or harassed. I was raped in Ft Gordon by two privates. I was raped by one of my SSGs (who became my 1SG), and almost by another 1SG. Twice, two  different of the most powerful enlisted man in my unit tried to force me to having sex with them. How was I treated when I came forward both times? Like it was my fault, how dare I, I deserved it. I got kicked out of the National Guard because of it. What would have happened if I had just given in to either? I don’t even want to fathom it.

My point is, I was raped by fellow soldiers, and harassed endlessly by others. There is a culture in our military that allows this to continue. What I want to know, is how many high-ranking soldiers have raped/harassed fellow soldiers along the way? How many Generals? Several years ago, President Clinton cleared the CSM of the Army of sexual harassment charges. Oh was I pissed that day. When our leaders very high up openly get away with it, what hope do we have? Until a top ranking soldier finally has to pay publically for what they have done, I don’t think there will be a change.

So, from the top down a drastic change is needed. Did you know that a few thousand years ago, in Ireland, women proudly fought beside the men. Those women were not raped. And if they were, they had this thing called Brehon Law, and the culprit had to pay a steep fine to the woman he disgraced. If he was unable to do so, his family had to. And HE was the one disgraced, not the woman. Too bad that wasn’t still the practice today.

OK, done ranting for the day. Just felt the need to get it off my chest, thank you for allowing me to do that.