The U.S. Military Is Fake & Ghey : Part One

I have been up close and I know there's nothing there but piehole exhaust

I enlisted in the Army as a Fire Direction Control specialist (MOS13E) in August 1981 after spending my summer upon graduating high school mucking stables on a ranch.

I had graduated from Mint Springs, Virginia after being relocated to my father’s home in Southwest Virginia with only a half semester left. My mother had met this conman ratbag named “Lee Carter” who had swept her off her feet in only a few months. I told my mother that something was really fishy about Lee and I kept warning her she needed to run a background check on this guy. The first time he shook my hand I got a bad vibe from him, suspecting him of who knows what skullduggery. “Lee Carter” (not his real name) got wind of this and kept advising her she needed to move me out of the house as soon as I turned 18 years old. It was such a shock and inflicted such despair in me I could barely function, knowing they would throw me out as soon as I came of legal age. I was hardly in a shape to move out and it represented the rejection by my mother of me after our father had abandoned us years before. I had such anxiety I could not sleep at night I was so worried about what was going to happen to me. With no employment and no prospects, even the tiniest bit of stability I had in my turbulent life had evaporated almost instantly when Carter appeared in our household.