• The model of my B-36, the one I’d built at the Mactan Air Force Base hobby shop and all of its component parts, including 6 fox 40 engines, 2 jet engines, the landing gear and their retractable landing gear assemblies, all its handmade pressurized fuel lines and cells, the planes two remote control radios and its 16 servos, navigation and landing lighting, bomb bay door apparatus and handmade bombs, made of balsa wood and flour bags, amongst all the other things it took to build and fly her.   
• My Hi-Standard Western Style quick-draw 22 cal. 6-gun, 9 shot pistol, all its boxes of ammunition, its cleaning kit and supplies, its quick draw holster and belt, and all the things I'd left at the Mactan Air Police station.  When I contacted the base, no one seemed to know anything about any of it.

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    After finally being allowed to be treated for PTSD and its associated symptoms, some years after I got out, stricken with panic attacks, migraine headaches, flashbacks, anger and rage issues,  unemployability, and agent orange skin disorders, I was seen a many Veterans Administration Hospitals across America.  At those Hospitals I attended specially designed clinics, all specifically set up for the treatment of PTSD.  Today, I am listed at those Hospitals in their computers as having and suffering with PTSD but I don't receive compensation for my suffrages with it, no matter how hard I try to get it from the VA. 
     THIS IS A HEADS UP AMERICA!  During all those years I was treated initially and lastly at the American Lake Veterans Hospital in Lakewood Washington.  I was given everything from hundreds of Valium pills every month to taking daily Beta blockers without much success.  Mostly, the doctors failed at treating my symptoms because while I attended the private and group therapy sessions at those locations the doctors and or counselors only wanted to talk about what happened yesterday on the bus or in the super market instead of talking about the problem that caused the PTSD in the first place.  All that counseling was literally a waste of time because it had nothing to do with trying to effectively make people better.  It was like they wanted to brush it all under the carpet or something, like they wanted to hide it all from public view and to keep from having to pay Veterans what they truly deserved in way of benefits. 

     After waiting long enough to calm down before I went,  and after years of treatment, I returned to Tennessee and to Sewart Air Force Base to have a little chat with Mr. Flynn, the man that I believe initiated and orchestrated my being terrorized, tortured, beaten, and otherwise physically and mentally abused 24/7 while I served in Tennessee and while I stayed in the US Air Force.  However, the base, by that time, had been closed and Flynn was gone, and of course, there was no way, supposedly, of locating him, according to the US Air Force.  Therefore, I never found out what Flynn's agenda was, why he wanted so much to see me treated the way he had, or why he wanted me, after all was said and done, dead.  Talk about personality conflicts.  That guy was nuts in my opinion, and the US Air Force turned its back to his insanity allowing him to command any way he wanted to.  Between you and I; I think I do know why he wanted me dead.  It had to be because I wrote a 12 page letter to my Congressman about the treatment he'd ordered sent in my direction, the one demanding a Congressional investigation into the matter.  That is likely what caused him, and my squadron commander for that matter, to want me dead.  There is of course no record of any such letter to my Congressman in my file today. 
     If you are in the military or intend to join the military be very careful; officers have friends and groups they belong to, like street gangs, that can place you in a hurt if they don't like you, and there is no officer or office in place that you can turn to for help.  Neither of the men that commanded me at Sewart Air Force Base had any  love for me after that, that was easily seen.  But hell, they deserved what they got and a lot more in my opinion.  Yeah, I'm sure that letter ruffled a few feathers considering their reactions to it, and all the trouble it caused me on that base after they received it, but I never thought it had been enough of a jab for anyone to want to see me dead.  It was after all they themselves that caused all the trouble in the first place.  Therefore, they have only themselves to blame.  It is probably just as well, my not finding Flynn, as I am not sure what I would have done to the man if I ever had found him.  I would have knocked him on his ass for sure, once at least, no matter how old he was.

     The things that happened to me at Flynn's behest made me realize that anyone who joins the US Military can and very likely will be abused in some way by anyone who outranks them, especially an officer, at one time or another. 
     As I found out, and as you will read for yourself, if you read my novel, 'an officer can and very likely will do whatever he or she wants to do to any person they have control over without restraint and without thought or fear of repercussion from their commanding officers in the US Military'.  Why?  Mainly, because, as an officer, they can, and, because their commanding officers, the officers above them in rank, even though they know this shit happens, don't want anyone knowing they allow such things to go on in their outfits.  It's not good PR, after all.  By the fact that the US Government has been doing nothing to stop or  to curb this behavior in their Military officers and NCO's, and because officers themselves are doing nothing to stop it when they see it happening, makes them all accomplices, in my opinion, to those criminal acts.  It makes all them just as guilty as the perpetrator. 

     This stuff still goes on, even today.  In other words, it's the old, I'll cover your ass if you cover mine, and mum's the word, kind of thing that is also alive and well in the US Government and in the US Military that makes men and women think they can get away with abusing others of lesser rank or position. 

     Luckily, and I am hoping this is true, these men and women, these bad men and women, are the few in the Military and in our Government, not the majority.  In addition, and this is again in my now educated opinion; 'it's the bad officers, the so-called elite crown wearers, the ones that believe they are entitled somehow simply because they were born at the right time or were raised by an influential family or had money thrown in their direction as a kid and were able to go to college and become officers, that are the problem.  These people, the ones who think their shit doesn't stink, the ones who believe they are better than the rest of us, or think they are above us all somehow, the one's that belong to the; Secret, officer-only, sadistic societies, clicks, gangs, and or clubs in the US military, the Assholes who think they have the right to push the lower in ranks around, are the one's that cause all the trouble.  
     While I served my country I found out that anyone of any color and age, any race, can be forced to be a slave to their superiors.  I mean, I thought, all my young life, that slavery was abolished and or was dead in America, but it isn't.  Not to me, not after experiencing these abuses first hand.  While I served my country I found out that anyone of any color and age, any race, can be forced to be a slave to their superiors.  So be warned... 
     Sadly, there seems to always be a few bad apples (officers) in every branch of the US Military, and when those bad or rotten apples work together, in groups, it gets really bad out there.  The real problem for any e-grade or enlistee is; that there is nowhere to hide from the officer or NCO  that is abusing him or her while they serve their country.  They are simply stuck with no way out of the problem, BY LAW...  You have to remember that when a person joins the US Military, he or she takes an oath that says they will follow orders, the orders of their superiors.  Therefore, those that are being tortured, terrorized or abused by their superiors are simply stuck with living that torturous life with no way to resolve the problems, because the problem is in control, until they get out of the Military.  Second, If a man has had enough and runs from the problem, leaves his post or the base or post he or she is stationed on or at without permission, he or she is considered absent without leave, (AWOL), and can go to jail or even prison for leaving.  That is an awfully big axe to hold over ones neck in such a circumstance.  If the man or woman fights back physically, well, he or she can then too go directly to jail without passing, 'GO'.  Yeah it can get bad out there because there is no accountability to a higher grade for any officer, not today, not yet.  You see, it is against the rules of the military to go to anyone's higher ranking NCO or officer to complain about that person without their permission; I think that's in writing somewhere.  I remember reading or seeing it on a sign in someone's office.  In short, it was pounded into my brain during the time I served in the military that if you complain about your immediate commanding officer to another officer, especially one that  outranks him or her, you just enlisted your name in the ranks that want reprisals, and I mean bad reprisals.  Why?  Because if you go over your immediate commanders head, that axe, that invisible, never seen, but often mentioned axe, comes down on you pretty fast and pretty hard.  In addition to that, just for going over someones head and telling on them they could arrange, in some underhanded way, just to get back at you for doing it, for you to get an article 15 from the squadron commander like I did, with which you could loose part or all of your  monthly income and even lose your rank and get placed in very unlikable or life threatening places to work every day for the rest of your military life, I know....It happened to me.  Read my book. 

     In short, and I mean, in short, if you join the US military or any military in the world, no matter what happens, keep your mouth shut or you could get killed, and I mean that literally.     

 As for the rest:  While I looked for Flynn in Tennessee I'd found that: 

• Sewart Air Force Base had been closed for some time and the building or barracks that I had lived in, if you want to call it that, while I existed in torturous torment there, the place I had hidden the Colt 45 pistol that I’d purchased to defend my life with, had been torn down by that time. And of course, that pistol was gone, lost forever.  I guess I’ll never know if Flynn ever shot himself in the foot with it or not.  One could only hope… But I still had more questions that needed answers so I kept looking into things.
• What happened to Lisa and the baby?  What happened to her father, her accomplice, at the McChord Air Force Base Finance office?  Well, I can't tell you anything about that either, sadly.  Once a man gets out of the US Air Force he is refused information on any in-service personnel without a court order of some kind.  Well, I never had the money to pursue it so it too fell to the wayside on my things to do list.  I have never seen or heard from either Lisa, (LINDA, her true name), the baby, or any of her family since she left my parents’ home that day.  And my pay, the money she and her father took from me, well, they got all of it while I remained in the military, as my pay never did get straightened out.  Did she and her father go to jail for defrauding me out of it?  I don't think so... At least no one ever said anything to me about it.   Now that my book is out and the US Government has been made aware of things through it, you would think that someone in the Government would look into that little detail. But I won't hold my breath.
• What happened to everything that I had been forced to leave at Mactan Air Force Base?   No one in the US Government or US Air Force seems to know anything about any of it.  It is like none of it ever existed.  I wonder, has anyone ever looked at the US Air Force Stars and Stripes news paper archives to find the story about me while I was building my B-36 model at Mactan?  That is one thing that can be proved...
  
• What happened to DICK, my so-called brother?  Well, he of course lived thanks to his never being in combat, although there is a report that he blew up a tin can with a machine gun while on on guard duty on the perimeter  at Bien Hoa one night.  All hell broke lose after he opened fire, and a lot of munitions and ammo were sent into space for no reason.  Boy did he get into trouble for that one.  We certainly do not spend time together these days and do not treat each other like we are brothers or even acquaintances, although he did sign a statement for the VA that said I was actually in Vietnam and at his base.  He would not however say in that report or statement that he had to replace my uniforms for me, for fear, as he said it, of being made to pay for the uniforms himself.  Not very likely in a combat zone.  Whenever I see him in public he actually treats me like he doesn't know me or like he hates me.  He in fact doesn't tell anyone that he has a brother.  Why?  I don't now, maybe he's jealous, and I believe too that he is, mentally ill.  Yes, we barely tolerate one another, he never visits me and I never go to his apartment.  His choice, not mine.  Besides, his life is nothing like mine.  I don't drink, use drugs or steal things from my family to sell or give away to support my habits.
• These questions stand out above all the rest.  If all that happened to me; if all the terroristic treatment and torture, the beatings and all the rest that I endured, and all the pain I suffered from being brow beaten, humiliated, slandered, and mentally terrorized every day and night, not to mention being attacked and beaten at the behest of my superiors at every meal and at bedtime at Sewart Air Force Base was supposedly sanctioned by the US Government and/or my US Air Force commanding officers and NCO's.....

1. Why treat me like an animal and have me beaten by professional boxers and others?
2. Why mentally terrorize and torture me every day and night? 
3. Why make me look at them, the officers and others in charge of me, my own comrades in arms, like they too were the enemy?  In short, why did I have to fight two enemies during that war just to survive?
4. Why did these men get away with it all?
5. And last but certainly not least, why have they hidden and why have I had to hide the truth about what the officers and the men they commanded at Sewart Air Force Base, Tennessee, Mactan Air Force Base in the Philippine Islands, and at Ton Son Nhut Air Force Base in Vietnam did to me while I served my country, for all these years?  Someone should make allowances for or make laws that allow the truth to be told by any victim of terrorism, physical and mental abuses in the US military, no matter what document they sign or agree to sign, especially  while under duress and or in defense of ones life or physical safety?

     I mean, come on now!  Doesn't the US Military keep an eye on their officers in some way?  Isn't there some kind of accountability.....to anyone?  Or do these people, these out of control officers, have free reign over the men and women's lives they hold in their hands?  One can only ponder that, for a very long time... That being said, It doesn't surprise me to hear that some officers got frag'd while they served their country in Vietnam.  Not at all, not while knowing that other men with less tolerance than I had control of grenades and such.

     You are probably asking yourself; If I had it all to do over again, would I join the US Air Force?  Well, let me see..... I could ask you the same question.  What would you do? 

Today, I can only say that my superiors, the officers, chief warrant officers and NCO's of the United States Air Force, located at Sewart Air Force Base, Tennessee, and those who followed at Mactan Air Base in the Philippine Islands, and at Ton Son Nhut Air Base in Saigon, Vietnam; no matter what their agendas, no matter what it was they were trying to do or to hide from others’ eyes and ears in the US military and or US Government, acted very dishonorably.   

     So, where did I go?  What did I do after I got out of the service?   Well, what does a warrior do after he fights a war against his own officers during his country's wars?   Does he go home?  Does he try to get a job?  Does he try to purchase a home to live out his  promised American dream in and does he try to live a normal life?    Well...  No!  I hid...  In fact, I got lost but good.

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   How has the US Veterans Administration and its associated VA Hospitals treated me since I got out of the service?   Well, they do list me as service-connected with a 10% disability for my back injuries suffered in Vietnam.  Beyond that, they treat me like I was never  treated badly by anyone in the US Air Force. 

     Now, after having to wait over forty years, to protect someones rear end, an officers I am sure, I have finally written and published my novel and I am telling the world about what happened to me at Sewart Air Force Base, Mactan Air Force Base and at Ton Son Nhut air Base, in Saigon, the basis for my claims at the Veterans Administration.  The only thing I left out of my novel was the fact that the treatment I received at the hands of my superiors that began at Sewart Air Force Base Tennessee, never stopped while I served my country.  NEVER!  In my opinion, I no longer have to prove a D_ _ _ thing to the US Veterans Administration and at my age I no longer fear what they could do to me for telling the truth about what life was actually like for me in the US Air Force, especially now that the story has been made public. 

     Instead, they, the US Government and their agency, the Veterans Administration, need to explain to me, why I am not being recognized for and compensated  for my service-connected disabilities, to include those that were acquired while I served my country in the US Military; passive aggressive disorder, PTSD; unemployability, migraine headaches, panic attacks, anger and rage brought on by the US Governments continued refusal to allow me and others suffering with PTSD percentages of disability based on our service connected disabilities, and for Agent Orange caused disorders. 

     Then too, because of the fact that I have been treated all these years at Veterans Hospitals around the US for all these afflictions, I believe that I should be given percentages of disability based on the fact that they treated me and continue to treat me for all of it.

     Most of all, the VA and the US Government need to explain why I was Physically and Mentally Tortured and Physically beaten at the behest and orders of my own officers, Chief Warrant Officers, and NCO's, and why those people were allowed to conspire to kill me, and lastly, why all those men haven’t been brought up on charges for attempting it.  As far as I know, all those things, those acts of terrorism and attempted murder pointed in my direction were and are  criminal acts and are against the laws of my country. But hey, I am and was just a number...a G.I., RIGHT?  With no rights?  

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All that being said;  The VA has, after many years, stepped up and done some things for me...

• In 2004 a supposedly lost record of mine was found just by chance by some unknown clerk, a document that placed me in Saigon on temporary assignment, TDY.  It was found just after another Vietnam Veteran signed a statement that said he had seen me at Bien Hoa and at Ton Son Nhut, Saigon, during that time.  But that statement only covered my being in country for a short period, about 20 days.  However, that did make a document, one that had been supposedly lost until then, mysteriously reappear.  It was after that that the US Government gave me ten percent (10%) disability for my back injury, the one I suffered while I was in Ton Son Nhut Air Force Base, Saigon, in 1967.
• My right hip was replaced in 2005 at the Seattle VA hospital. During that surgery my teeth were knocked out, I was overdosed every day and night until I left that hospital and my right leg is now 5/8ths of an inch longer than the left.  I have applied for but receive no compensation for my legs being left at two different lengths, suffering with chronic back pain associated with my legs being different lengths or having to wear specially made shoes or for having my teeth knocked out, leftovers from that one surgery.  I was informed by the Seattle VA regional office that any additions to the 10% I already receive compensation for had been added to the ten percent I already received and that I would not receive any further percentage foe anything that happened to me at that hospital.  Or something like that.  It was all very unclear.  Gee, thanks...
  

• 1997... or there abouts.  I had surgery at the VA Hospital in Arkansas where VA surgeons removed growths from my face caused from contaminations of Agent Orange, areas on my face that today will still not heal, but I receive no compensation for having Agent Orange caused skin growths, illnesses or problems. My listing on the Agent Orange US government registry is AO-1R, whatever that means.

FYI:  Today, from what I could find out, the United States Air Force and other US military forces are supposedly much-changed machines, or at least since the turn of the last decade anyway.  They are now purportedly  entity's that teach all their Officers and NCO'S very well in the proper methodology of managing and training men and women with respect and as a team, while at the same time treating them more like human beings rather than numbers, slaves, or things.  Today, unlike what happened to me while I was enlisted, no one person is supposedly singled out by any other man, woman or group for any reason, not without an awareness of legal cause or lawful need by all concerned.  Why, you ask?  Because of an enlistee’s  awareness, these days, of the presence of the Judge Advocate General’s office, (JAG), an education in itself, and an awareness of the laws governing their superiors in the service.  Therefore, if they are still in the United States Military, men like Flynn can no longer do to their men and women what he and others at his behest or command did to me.  SUPPOSEDLY...  And if you believe that, I have a huge cat’s eye marble, a one of a kind, a glass ball that I can sell you for fifty million dollars, just because I say it is worth it.  And of course, you are stupid enough to buy it.  Right???

     Why are so many men and women returning from Iraq, Iran, Afganistan, and other war zones all over the far to middle east and other countries only to commit suicide after they arrive home? 

     Why are so many of them returning with brain injuries due to their having lesser  quality equipment made available to them than is available? 

     How are our men and women being trained or treated toady that would make them want to end their lives once they get out of the service?  What could possibly cause so many people to be so out of control when they re-enter our society?  And why are so many of our men and women not being treated by the Veterans administration hospitals like the hero's they are by being supported by the US Government  properly when they get home.  If you have those answers, please write me an e-mail.  Inquiring minds want to know...  litefoot@codenamelitefoot.com.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED READING: For all US Military officers, enlistees and draftees:    A copy of the (UCMJ) Uniform Code of Military Justice, paying special attention to the (UCMJ) section that covers lawful orders... FYI:  Any private or military person (GI) can read these rules and laws of the military absolutely free of charge at any library or US military base at any time.  If someone says you can't, just you let me know.  I'll be the first one to demand a Congressional Investigation into the matter. 

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Just a note for those who suffer with passive-aggressive disorders caused by military involvement and its associated PTSD problems: 

     Writing my book took over six and a half,  (6 1/2), and almost seven (7) years of hard, gut-wrenching at times, work.  Days and nights of profuse sweating and or crying while sitting in a chair in front of a notepad, typewriter or computer, while reliving the things in my past in my mind that torture me still today, sometimes never being able to write a single word.  After reading what I had typed or written, I realized that, at times, I had written something other than what I'd thought I'd written.  VA PTSD clinicians and psychologists tell me that this is a common thing when allowing one’s self to think outside the box just to get it all out.  Believe me, telling the story as it happened was hard, very hard, but I did get it out, finally.  Some of those bad memories are gone now, only to be brought from their hiding places in my mind when thought hard about, not that the memories aren’t still very fresh in my mind, because they are.  Most of what I remember is like looking into or through an open window, seeing everything that happened to me every day and night very clearly with very sharp images, like I am still there, living it all over again in real time.  However, I must say that writing the book has allowed me to let a lot of what was tearing me up inside, go.  To a degree anyway.  I cannot tell you that this will work for you but I still recommend this so-called therapy to every person who suffers with PTSD.  Somehow, writing it all down released some of my recurring flashbacks, nightmares, dreams, and associated memories.  Today, when I think about all those things, about how badly I had been treated, about how tortured I felt in my mind all the time, and how betrayed I felt by my supposed comrades in arms, my own superiors, they seem to have less of an impact on me.  Of course they are not completely gone and the betrayal I felt then, I believe, will never leave me.  I sleep better now, although not all night.  I still have nightmares and flashbacks now and then, brought on by who knows what: a smell, the sight of a flower, dust floating in the air, a pond of water, blood, an accident where people’s bodies are torn apart, a water buffalo at a zoo, a stand of bamboo, an elephant, white birds, just things.  I am still watchful of every sound, smell, and movement around me thinking in the back of my mind that some unknown assailant, someone who would want to keep my story from being told, might still attack me.  I try to trust people now but still keep a watchful eye on what they do to me or say around me.  And I am always on guard for an attack from any direction.  I even sit with my back to the wall in any room while facing an exit, entry, or window.  But hey, that's just me, ya know.  We all, as Veterans, have some quirk or other, some fear we live with every day.  If you are a Veteran, I hope yours, your quirks, your demons, your fears, are kind to you and I wish all of you a better existence in our world.  God bless you all and I say, "WELCOME HOME!" TO ALL VIETNAM VETERANS, the men I fought with.  I say again, "WELCOME HOME!"  Remember, this is our country, the USA, and we deserve to be treated better by every living soul that resides in it because we fought to keep everyone in it, including our government, safe and free.

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