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The Article 15, I received in 2000
When I was stationed at #FortSamHouston #JBSA in the Medical Hold Unit was what it was called then but now is called the #WarriorTransitionUnit after my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury and medical after effects, I had received many counseling statements prior to receiving an #Article15. The Article 15 had been because of my attendance to a rave which at the time, no one had believed me about what had occurred as to how I had gotten out there as well as what had occurred. The purpose for the Article 15 as I was told had been because of the fact there were multiple illegal drugs in my blood, which I tried to explain to the Commander at the time Captain Beer of what had happened while then 1st Lieutenant Morning was in attendance as well as a few other soldiers including SGT Moreno, SGT Baber, and SPC Watson. With the Article 15 even though I was only an E1 who had not graduated Basic Training, I was put on restriction and ver betum ‘until can act like a soldier’. Also I was docked pay for 3 months, as well as I had extra duty for several months; but also had to check into the CQ desk every hour from 9:30pm/21:30 through to 2:30am.
The events which lead to such had been because I had been invited to go to a rave which in all honesty, I just wanted to dance. I enjoyed going to raves before I had joined the #UnitedStatesofAmerica’s #ArmedForces #Army branch, and I only had gone to dance. I thought it was not any different, than what I had attended before; though I also had not ever looked at going to raves prior to my enlistment to do anything other than to dance and enjoy the music. After having met E3 Jolliff and E2 Webker who were in Permanent Party and worked at #BAMC which is now #SAMC; Jolliff had introduced me to a group of people who were civilians in the #SanAntonio area. The female’s apartment which she shared with her husband at the time who she said was a #mysa #SanAntonioPolice officer, lived in an apartment complex which had wooden fencing at the height of 6 feet for those on the first floor; but the wooden fence met a wrought iron fence on the other side of the property. I was told her nickname was #PrincessJasmine and through those people, I had also met other civilians who associated with that female.
When it was time for the #rave which took place in #Austin #Texas, the ticket was purchased at a location similar to #PlanetK; though I am unsure if it was a Planet K which had been the actual location of the purchase. I remember the ticket had golden color lobster claws on the ticket and/or the lobster claws were red but had golden yellow around the lobster claws on the ticket as well as on the album cover of the CD. When the group of soldiers from Fort Sam Houston and I had gone with the group of civilians from San Antonio to Austin, I had not known I needed to bring my medication with me for my headaches and migraines. I had not been out of the coma and in Medical Hold Unit very long, as I think it was less than a month or two from the time of being stationed at Fort Sam Houston. There were several other soldiers other than Jolliff and Webket who had gone to the event, as there was a group of male soldiers in the same area of the barracks who had attended the event together. We all went in the female who called herself Princess Jasmine’s van from San Antonio to Austin, and when in the region of #SanMarcos by my guesstimation; my headaches instantly turned into migraines, which the female Princess Jasmine had said she could give me some Advil to assist.
I told the soldiers during my Article 15 of this, including the fact the Advil had candy coating around the pill with the letters stamped onto the pills handed to me. Each one of them were the same brown color with the black lettering, and had the candy flavor on the pills; as there was not any water for me to be able to take the medication I was given. However no one believed me, when I told them at the time. I did not feel any different after taking the two Advil pills, and by the time we arrived in Austin it was still daytime. As the others were talking about other stuff in the front part of the dark blue mid 1990s minivan, I was in the back trying not to be in as much pain. I tried focusing on different things and then I started focusing my attention to the sky, and trying to calm my pain levels down in that way. I focused my attention to changing the shapes of the clouds as well as changing the location of the sun, so the pain levels would not be as horrific for my headaches and migraines; as the pain levels throughout my head were at different points. One of the males of the group had come closer to where I was in the back and asked me about how I was doing, as well as what I was doing. I think, that had been Jolliff.
He laid down next to me looking up trying to see what I was explaining to him, which he could not understand what I meant when I said I was changing the shapes of the clouds until I showed him by pointing and doing so. He sat up quickly and was scared saying “Oh my God, are you kidding me? Did you really just do that?”
I looked at him saying “Did I not mention I could do that before, when you and I went to dinner earlier?”
He looked at me asking “When did you learn how to do that?”
I asked, “Am I the only one who can? I thought others could as well, or is that just me?” Jolliff laid down next to me and asked me to show him again, so I changed one cloud from a pouf into the shape of a duck and another cloud pouf from nothingness into the shape of a dog, while still another cloud pouf from just a shapeless pouf into the shape of an elaborate fountain. Jollliff looked at me as I moved my hands around and asked “How long have you been able to do that?” I asked, “What does it matter? I told you I have been doing certain things ever since I was born, what is the big deal?”
He scooted closer to me and rested his head on my shoulder, “Can I stay with you like this, forever?”
I said “We have the rave we are about to go to, how can we stay like this forever if we are about to go dance?”
He laughed and asked “Can we be together forever, later?”
I asked “How long would that take?” He asked, “Why do you ask so many questions?”
I looked over to him “Are you not asking me questions, first?” He laughed and as he went onto talk about other points, I continued trying to maintain my pain levels and not allow the pain to affect as much as it was at the time.
Later we went into the parking lot which was once either a #Kmart or larger building similar to such which the business had closed down and the area was rented, for the rave to take place for the event which occurred. I think either a #Citgo or a #Texaco gas station was on the other side of the parking lot, but I cannot remember fully. The group I was with went inside of the event after the local #AustinPolice had checked everyone’s identification cards and then the ticket counter, had allowed everyone in. While admittedly I had wanted to return to the base, I knew no one would take me back to the base; so I had to endure the rest of the evening, since there was only one vehicle which took everyone of the group to Austin. Inside of the event my pain levels continued rising instead of lessening which one of the males from the group who was not wearing a shirt but had parachute-style pants with sneakers on walked over to where I was; asking me if I was feeling better yet. When I told him the pain levels were not getting better, he told me he had gotten a few pills to help my pain levels. That set of pills looked like tulip flowers, lavender with speckles, and tasted similar to the grape flavor of #Flintstones chewable vitamins. Afterwards that male returned with a bottle of water, which I remember there was a weird flavor to the water taste; including what seemed like sediment at the bottom of an older bottle of wine when getting closer to finishing the water.
The next thing I remember is I was in a hospital emergency room with a binky in my mouth, with a male standing next to me with a clipboard. I remember he told me I was in a hospital and the staff had contacted Fort Sam Houston, but he was supposed to attend that rave I was at. Since there was a female who did not show up to work, was why he had been called in to the hospital to work instead of being able to go to the rave. The next thing I remember is laying down in the back seat of the golden colored #Acura or #Lexus four door car with light beige interior, as the female First Sergeant from #PuertoRico who had been in charge of a Basic Training Unit before her assignment to Fort Sam Houston; was driving as her daughter looked to the backseat at me, in and out of consciousness. I remember being wheelchaired into the BAMC emergency room for bloodwork before being carried up the stairs to my barracks room, by a male soldier.
Later when I woke up in my barracks room I went to walk out to go to the bathroom, and the male who had given me the two tulip shaped flower pills was sitting on the floor outside of my room. He stood up instantly and began yelling at me for not telling him or anyone I had left, and I went to the bathroom before returning to explain I was in the hospital. He followed me into my barracks room before he left afterwards; and I had not seen him or anyone from the group knowingly after that. I did get the Article 15 for what occurred and though no one in Medical Hold Unit believed me at the time as to what occurred and how it had, later I was told by Sergeant Moreno there was enough of one of the over twenty drugs in my blood to kill an adult elephant and he was unsure how I survived one of those but was absolutely flabbergasted I survived the combination of; though he also informed me I was at #BrackenridgeHospital, albeit it took me awhile to remember such. I dealt with the Article 15 and the aspects of, though it was months after the extra duty was over when the restrictions were removed after I had contacted different levels of the divisions at Fort Sam Houston because of a suggestion made to me.
Despite that suggestion was made by who is now my dead-ex-husband, other than my son and my daughter of which of course I love my children; there was nothing he did which was nearly as honorable as I learned much later. If the need for such is of importance at this point whether in reference to what occurred back in 2000 or whether in reference to what occurred since then up to and including my Medal of Honor Art Project, there is my written statement of such events on top of what I previously talked about and wrote.
On a different point though in certain ways a bit similar, when I was in #Washingtonstate at the club I had volunteered at in #SeaTac area; there was a male who was around my height with broader shoulders who seemed to not understand no means no. He had annoyed me particularly as he had continued to bother some of the other females and when he would not stop harassing one of the females, there was a verbal altercation another week in which other volunteers had gotten involved to stop that male from continuing to bother the people at the club. That particular male was extremely close to actually having a physical altercation and though I did what I could to keep myself calm, that male should be thankful all of the others who were there who stepped between he and I had; as I was ready to cross that line, because of that male’s attitude. Despite having been composed and calm, had the males who stepped in between not; that male would have been introduced to the water behind him. Though as there was the male who my biological sister had associated with who had lit a can of hairspray on fire and aimed towards my house when in San Antonio Texas almost looks similar to that male who was in the Calvary cover, I do wish I had pulled the trigger that night on that male in reference to that point I had written about.
If that particular male had either been from the group of the rave time and/or had caused problems for my Medal of Honor Art Project as he was wearing a calvary cover as well as the patent leather dress Class A shoes to the club; I do not appreciate being stalked and I do not appreciate being harassed; nor do I appreciate the problems caused to my Medal of Honor Art Project among the rest of the states which I went to and through. However I definitely do not appreciate if those ‘people’ had caused problems for my son and my daughter and I will not ever forgive anyone who purposefully hurt my children ever, and I doubt any parent who loves their child(ren) would ever feel any differently to such.
Though the Article 15 was during the time when Captain Beer was being removed from Command because of the problems he had been causing for the dancers at the #WildZebra, Captain Morning took over the office for a while up until his orders were changed to #Kentucky because of the two females who had been changed from #SouthKorea to #FortSamHouston to be Chapter 13ed out of the Army; because neither of those two Choleva or Sybert were capable of performing their jobs, when stationed overseas. As a different point in reference to those two females as well as the female who was my roommate in Medical Hold Unit who was originally from #Houston #Texas who also was being Chapter 13ed out of the Army; personally I am glad those individuals were removed from the Army, prior to everything that had occurred thereafter. There was quite a bit well beyond what is known in reference to the attacks of 11 September 2001 as well as the afterwards of such including up to this day; however those particular females would have been a problems when overseas in reference to how the military of the United States of America has had to deal with certain aspects in regards to the enemy, in my opinion. I guesstimate such would able to be proven, in certain references.
If such I had written had somehow impacted those I have known over the years unknowingly to me of course, I do apologize for not knowing and the effects of; despite it not having been my choice, but theirs. I apologize for the after effects.
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