“MANDATORY” hate the word, why?

I hate that word because if it wasn’t for this I probably wouldn’t have gotten raped in the first place. The reason that I say this is due to the fact that my platoon was having a Thanksgiving party and that it was “MANDATORY” for us to be there, so I got a cup of coke and I guess I set it down and when I wasn’t watching someone drugged my soda. At one time I walked back to my room, and a couple soldiers asked me if I wanted a shot of Jack, so I did two and after that can’t remember much. It’s like I’ve seen everything in flashed moments, like when I tried to run and by the time I got to the door and I had passed out again and I guess carried back to the bed. A flash of laying on the bed and its dark, then pressure from penetration.

Next flash was my rapist carrying me back to my room while my platoon witnessed everything that was happening afterward. My roommate was a Sergeant and she was just in the room and one of the other soldiers was nursing me the whole night, because I guess the drugs started exiting my system and in the form of just vomiting all night. Flashes of Private House taking care of me. When I woke up my roommate was gone, it was like 10 and I have a major headache, but notice I have my jersey and bra on and someone else’s boxers. So I dragged my ass to the shower to clean up and get ready to go out, because I needed something to get away from what I thought was just a horrible nightmare. Of course 6 months later I come to the realization that it was no dream, yes the Rosemary’s Baby line. I guess you can say I lost it for awhile and started doing things that I would normally wouldn’t do.

I was always drinking and collecting sexual partners because my mind was all out of whack. I guess this was my way to act out and then I started wanting to end my life and eventually I would be rushed to the Emergency Room and then put on 24 hour suicide watch, before a new Platoon Sergeant would be assigned. At first it was a person named Herndon and then Johnson took over and I approached him and he did everything he could to get me transferred to another base that had other females, since I was the only female left. I would be sent to 1st Platoon and working in Outside Plant at Camp Red Cloud, with my section sergeant being named Johnson as well. Ironic right? Well he was also a big help with giving me support in trying to deal with all this shit. I have to also give props to my battle buddy and the one that was in charge of guiding me is Negron, same with Camacho when it came to keeping other stalkers away from me. I had a new family and I am still in contact with Negron, I’ve helped him and he has done the same for me as well. One day we will meet again, but thank you Negron.