
I remember very little about that evening or even who was in my platoon. We were sent out on a routine reconnaissance more to keep us busy than to do anything in particular. I was an 18 year old kid who was counting the days for my R & R in Kyoto. All I remember about that night was a fellow Marine being shot and then my facing a kid who had his rifle aimed at me. I didn't hesitate and immediately shot him before he shot me. All I can remember of that night is the face of a kid--probably my age--dying. I cried that night for my fellow Marine who died and the kid I killed.
The rationalization that it was 'him or me' banged in my head but it didn't help. MY life went on, his didn't.
I went to Kyoto for 10 days and mixed with the Japanese people staying by myself as my fellow Marines went on their way. Again, it is strange, but I only remember one other guy I served with but I don't remember his name--he was a very effeminate acting Southern .boy who was known for his prowess with the local 'whores', especially the madames. He had an offbeat name but it has completely escaped me!
I think it was 12-15 months later we were shipped back to Camp Pendleton. Making a long story short, one night the MPs came in, had me empty my locker, took some letters I had and a manuscript I had written and before I knew it I was in the stockade. What seems even faster than that I was standing outside the base with the UNDESIRABLE discharge in my hand and no longer a Marine.
It was a time when gays were being hounded out of the Armed Services--we had done our duty--the war was over--they didn't need us anymore. They would save a lot of money by getting rid of the gays--no VA benefits at all and no further obligation to us.
I don't regret serving my country, I just regret that my country let a young man down and tried in every which way to make him feel ashamed of himself--I wasn't.
So I guess, technically, I am not a vet but I know I am one though I would never, ever pick up a rifle and/or kill someone again--I know it was 'war' (or as it was called--a 'police action') but I wish there was someway I could find out the name of the boy I killed and though his parents are probably dead by now at least apologize to his family for a young life taken away from them.
I do think of, and see his face, every Veteran's Day.
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You were discharge for being gay,was this verbal or something else there.
How did they get the manuscript and papers there.What was the reason for them checking out your locker.Did someone whistle blower there?
This is very sad to hear about this.Did you ever try to do something about this?
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I'd be proud to serve with and by you even if we couldn't make the hikes with a full backpack![LOL]