Military Service
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Pernille D
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Stephanie H
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Anita
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I had dropped out of college, knowing full well I had a low lottery number. I couldn't find a job, and got tired of being in limbo, so I enlisted. When I did that, the military suddenly took my wool allergy seriously, and I was let go after a four-day patch test. So I ended up 4-F--something that made me cringe, as a 4-F designation in WW II times had a terrible stigma.
I had been ready to go to war with no problem--Vietnam was still going then. But I had decided to be a professional musician, and all of the sudden my life had meaning, whereas it hadn't had that before. I was struck by how I didn't want to deprive someone else of that chance for finding meaning. I had a quick glimpse of Vietcong as human beings, and never looked at killing the same way again.
I wish I had those military medical benefits right now, though. I wouldn't have minded serving; I just wouldn't have wanted to jump out of airplanes like I had originally planned.
I had been ready to go to war with no problem--Vietnam was still going then. But I had decided to be a professional musician, and all of the sudden my life had meaning, whereas it hadn't had that before. I was struck by how I didn't want to deprive someone else of that chance for finding meaning. I had a quick glimpse of Vietcong as human beings, and never looked at killing the same way again.
I wish I had those military medical benefits right now, though. I wouldn't have minded serving; I just wouldn't have wanted to jump out of airplanes like I had originally planned.
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Carolynn
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Kerri
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- Location: North Scotland
Hi put me down as Served.
I enlisted in the RAF in 1972.
Primarily just to get a job. I knew about Kerri way back then but was naive (spelling prob wrong) to think that the mans job would knock it out of me.
In those days being gay or a tranny were sufficient to get yourself a dishonourable discharge. Also the discharge process involved aversion therapy.
However that did not deter me, the urge was too strong. I was caught or seen on a number of occasions, whether people in authority turned a blind eye to me or not, I will never know.
But on a number of occasions I got a fair amount of stick in the mess over my choice of handbag or make-up.
The service wives seemed more able to cope with it and on more than one occasion I was given "advice" on what suited me etc.
I eventually left the RAF after 21 years when I was able to take a golden handshake.
I dont regret serving in the RAF; its just a pity that we were persecuted. Unlike now where a tranny can dress in what he likes and nobody can say a dickybird.
hugs to all my former squadron pals.
Kerri
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I enlisted in the RAF in 1972.
Primarily just to get a job. I knew about Kerri way back then but was naive (spelling prob wrong) to think that the mans job would knock it out of me.
In those days being gay or a tranny were sufficient to get yourself a dishonourable discharge. Also the discharge process involved aversion therapy.
However that did not deter me, the urge was too strong. I was caught or seen on a number of occasions, whether people in authority turned a blind eye to me or not, I will never know.
But on a number of occasions I got a fair amount of stick in the mess over my choice of handbag or make-up.
The service wives seemed more able to cope with it and on more than one occasion I was given "advice" on what suited me etc.
I eventually left the RAF after 21 years when I was able to take a golden handshake.
I dont regret serving in the RAF; its just a pity that we were persecuted. Unlike now where a tranny can dress in what he likes and nobody can say a dickybird.
hugs to all my former squadron pals.
Kerri
xx