Published on 06-07-2010 09:16 AM
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DEC 09- Yup, I was working during the 1st Gulf War. Got sent to hard leg units cause folks with my skills were scarce in the AO. I shaved my head and had my line dog as 'back up'. Soon as he'd leave to TCB, I got jumped on like a trampoline cause someone saw tampax in my ruck or caught me when I copped a squat to pee. Once I had the luxury of being green taped to a cot. Guess what the Powers that Be did? Took me back to the MASH, gave me stitches and or packed my crotch with ice as needed, and sent me TO ANOTHER UNIT WITH 200 VALIUM AND 500 CODIENE TABS. Medical records disappeared. Refused to evac me or let ET phone home. I can only remember the 5 times I managed to have sense enough to write the attacks down and the 1st one. Was told that they missed their women from home and were blowing off steam. Was also told to take it as a compliment and surely I must have enjoyed at least some of it.
After 3 congressionals, 5 miscarriages a letter to Bush and 6 years, I got 100% disability. Yup, got paid. Still can't feel anything down there and have to take tranquilizers so I don't flinch that much when my husband wants sex. Go to VA twice a week too. WHERE's my Purple Heart for the 'service' I provided from a Nation of Rapists?
Just call me GI Jane.