War Is
Hell!
If
there is one trait common to GIs, it would have to be War Stories. We all have
regaled our buddies, friends, spouses, siblings, and just about anybody within
earshot with our heroic exploits. "There I was..." or some familiar
refrain signals the beginning of such a tale, which normally grows with the
telling. Here at the TG NCO club, we have a special place for the telling
of tall tales. So if you have any war stories with a transgender connection,
share them with us. Send them by e-mail to SSgt
Tina.
Pantyhose
on the Flight Line
When
I processed in to Minot AFB in North Dakota, I was issued a lot of cold weather
gear. I got long underwear, heavy wool socks, a parka, bunny pants, mukluks,
arctic mittens, and a facemask. As I would soon find out, all of this stuff was
not adequate to ward off the extreme sub-zero prairie winds. That's when I
discovered the secret defense from cold wind: pantyhose. At first
I didn't believe it. When the guys told me about wearing pantyhose I thought it
was one of those rookie pranks they were so fond of, like sending the new guy
for a spool of flight line and a gallon of jet wash. But I soon saw that they
were serious. The guys would wear pantyhose just under their thermal underwear.
I was finally convinced that they were serious when I saw a bunch of the guys
standing in line at the BX holding L'eggs. I was advised to get some before the
dependent wives bought them all. So I got about 6 pair of tan sheer L'eggs.
(Queen size, of course). My first night on the flight line with pantyhose
was all it took to convince me. I was a whole lot warmer. Of course, I enjoyed
it for other reasons as well. I wonder how many other airmen were enjoying
their pantyhose for the same reason I enjoyed mine. Now if only I could have
found an excuse to wear a bra or some lace panties! Submitted by SSgt Tina
SRS
for Canadian Forces
Submitted
by Brianne Tina, as promised, here is the article about the CF (Canadian
Forces) plan to pay for SRS surgery from The Maple Leaf, one of our
national military publications. * * * GENDER REASSIGNMENT SURGERY
APPROVED The military has made a precedent-setting decision to cover the
costs of gender reassignment surger, on a case-by-case basis, under the CF
medical plan. Although he could not comment on a specific case, Col. Scott
Cameron, a general practitioner and Director of Medical Policy at NDHQ
[National Defense HQ], said that gender-reassignment surgery, more commonly
known as a sex-change operation, is widely accepted as an effective medical
treatment for those who suffer from gender identity disorder. The disorder is a
rare medical condition found in one in 30,000 men and one in 100,000 women. "We
spend thousands of dollars each year treating other psychological disorders
like depression. This is no more a voluntary condition than being depressed is
voluntary," said Col. Cameron. He explained that after the surgery, most
patients function well in their new gender, adding that the military benefits
because it retains a trained member. He said the cost of
gender-reassignment surgery, which runs between $20,000 and $30,000 [$CDN],
will not impede the provision of health care services to military members.
"We always have, and always will, provide medical care to our members
regardless of the expense." Seven out of ten provinces now pay for
the surgery. However, military personnel are not covered by provincial health
insurance plans. "We have to tailor our benefits to those of the province.
Our members should not be at a disadvantage because they are in the
military," said Col. Cameron.--- * * * Well, this is
definitely a precedence-setting move, however, reaction has been negative at
best, which is to be expected. In letters to the editor, most complain about
the lack of coverage for laser treatment for nearsighted personnel. Kind of
comparing apples to oranges, isn't it? I don't know of anybody who suffers from
depression and lack of self-esteem because they were nearsighted. But then,
most military personnel I've met weren't exactly enlightened on the subject of
gender dysphoria. See ya! Brianne Tara Tina comments: I don't
know if this is properly a War Story, but it certainly deserves to be told.
Now
this is no shit!
It
was 1977 and I was on my first WestPac on a fast attack submarine. We'd been at
sea and under the water for 48 days, had been doing something that was
extremely stressful involving another sub from a (now defunct) foreign power
and had achieved an overwhelming success. It was time to celebrate, so a
"beauty contest" was announced. Each division was required to enter a
contestant. Now generally the most junior member of each division was coerced
into "volunteering". There were several people in Engineering who
were more junior than I, but Engineering had won the last four contests and was
determined to win yet again and the consensus was that I would have the best
chance of taking the crown. I resisted, for form's sake, but was actually
eager to do it. Of course I already had sexy lingerie and my own
make-up... on the sub, haircuts are NOT required while at sea, and I hadn't had
mine too long before we even left port, so I was able to get a fairly fem style
by combing everything forward and curling it with hair gel. Being
electricians, we had access to the sound system and a strobe light...so when my
turn came, the lights went out, the music started, the strobe came on and there
I was in my bra, garter belt, nylons and panties. The music was "The
Stripper", and I bumped and ground through the entire song to cat-calls,
wolf whistles and shouts of "Take it OFF!" The honor of
Engineering was upheld that day. In presenting me with the crown and
scepter, the captain remarked "This was the best beauty contest ever, the
only thing that troubles me is...where did the lingerie come from?"
Fortunately, that cracked everybody up and I didn't have to answer. I don't
think the Captain was really TOO worried though. He sat me on his lap and
didn't let me get up for a half an hour! Loree Thomas
This is Petra Cumming's story about her own experience with
transition in the Canadian Armed Forces.
The Canadian Armed Forces will pay
for a members SRS only if that member is already a member, meaning that they
will not pay for a TS who joins while in transition. The person must already be
a member before being diagnosed with gender dysphoria and beginning transition.
My
own experience with the process was a little frustrating. Even before they
approved funding I had already started asking questions about how the Forces
would handle it. I did this through the Zenith Foundation, with no reference
made to my name. The letters received back were very vague to say the least.
That was close to 4 years ago. I waited and bided my time until I couldn't wait
any longer and came out to my superiors 2 years ago, before the announcement
was made about funding.
My superiors and the medical staff involved were very helpful and supportive.
My lieutenant arranged for me to see the appropriate people, and made sure that
it was kept under wraps for the time being. My Medical Officer (MO) was also
very helpful, and stated to me that she would help me with any problems that
may arise from me being transsexual.
Getting hormones and even seeing a gender clinic was excruciating. It was a
while before I went to a clinic, and the Forces never did prescribe the
hormones. I had to pay to see a civilian doctor in order to obtain them. In
Canada medical coverage is paid for by the provincial governments, but in the
Forces we are not entitled to it. Ours is supplied by the Federal govt. The
Base Surgeon waffled on the issue of hormones, much to the dismay of my MO. On
November 7, 1998 I received a phone call at home from the Ottawa Sun newspaper.
They wanted to interview me for an article. The next day we did it and the
piece was printed Nov 9th. Now everyone knew, and I no longer had to hide. All
the squadron officers had an information session that morning on what was
happening, and informed all the members of my decision. I was quite pleased
with the way they handled it. Many members were quite shocked that I, of all
people, was transsexual. Apparently more than one jaw dropped. After the info
session a few came up to me and told me that they thought I had guts, and one
said to me that I was the bravest person he met. Many though would not even
look at me, let alone talk to me. No one ever verbally or physically assaulted
me, but I know a few people were ticked. Had I not had health problems
(my back), and others I would have stayed in the army. I enjoyed it, and it was
part of my life for 13 years. I know that my short time "out" at the
end also changed a few people's perceptions of the transgendered. More than a
couple have told me that their views changed after having a better understanding.
As one Master Corporal told me, "You never really appreciate a situation
or understand it until it happens to you or close to you."
Submitted by Laura.
I
have lots of the 'no shit' types, mostly related to the Gulf War, but lots of
folks have those. Rather than play bar-room one-upsmanship, I've got an
ironically funny tale of military life. It always cracked me up when the
folks in my unit would get talking about gays in the military. They would rant
and rave about 'compromising the mission' or 'destroying morale' or 'hurting
military readiness' IF they let gay folks in. What I found so funny was how
pervasive it was, right under their noses. It all started when I was
still pretty green, an E-2 at his first assignment not more than 4 months out
of basic training (I tested out of my tech school). We were living in co-ed
dorms (isn't the air force great?), and I had made it a point to get to know
some of the girls living upstairs. My TS feelings hadn't crystallized yet, I
just knew I wanted to be friends with the girls more than most of the guys.
Anyway, one of them had gotten pretty drunk a few days earlier and admitted to
me that she was very attracted to the girl who lived across the hall from her.
I was surprised but understanding and I later realized that her confession
would in fact become a pivotal moment in my life. Back to the story- my
roommate was dating another of the girls upstairs. It was a brief fling on both
their parts, and one night they both came up to me and said they wanted to
break it off, and could I help them tell the other person. My roommate said it
was because he wanted to date someone else, but she said it was because she was
really a lesbian and was only experimenting with a guy for the first time in
her life. I was surprised that she had confided in me, but she just said that
she had heard that I was easy to talk to and understood that sort of thing. Well,
it turned out that my drunken friend was spreading it around that I was
comfortable with the gay thing, and very soon I was a friend with every queer
folk within 60 clicks. It was a great crowd, very tolerant, liberal, and fun
loving in a place where intolerance and pig-headedness ran rampant. What really
struck me though were the numbers. My unit was about 200 folks. I personally
was a friend with not less than 8 people who walked down the gay side of the
street. That's about 4% - not a big percentage, but a whole lot more than the
'none' that most of the rest of them assumed. Don't forget that this is just
gay folks. Crossdressers kept an even lower profile, but I know there were a
few. So now you're wondering, what's the point of this odd little tale?
Well, that didn't come for another year or so. We all know about the rampant
abuse of alcohol in the lower military ranks. Well, one of my colleagues had
driven his BMW up an embankment while intoxicated, and the First Sergeant was
calling in several of his friends to ask about the party he had attended just prior
to his accident, including me. He asked me if I thought the airman in question
drank a lot. The answer was yes, but I hedged with the reply 'Not any more than
anyone else in the dorm.' We ALL drank alot. The funny part came a few
hours later, at a gathering of 'family' me, their token straight (little did
they know). We were talking about the interview and speculating what would
happen to the guy, when someone piped up that it was a good thing they didn't
ask me if he was gay (he wasn't). In any case, my reply would have been the
same: "Not any more than anyone else in the dorm!"
Submitted by Nyssa.
In
1984, I was attending technical training at Keesler AFB (Biloxi MS) and I
volunteered to work at the in-processing section. One of my duties was to meet
the bus with the new trainees and escort them to their temporary barracks. As
I was locking up the office one night, I found an extra bag of luggage which
hadn't been claimed by any of the new trainees. I took the bag to my room (as
luck would have it, I didn't have a roommate at the time) and went through it
to find out who was missing their clothes. As I opened the bag, it was
obvious that a female Airman was missing her uniforms. After further searching,
I was able to determine which Airman the uniforms belonged to and what base I
needed to send the bag to in the morning. Since it had been awhile since I had
been en femme, I couldn't resist the temptation and selected a blue uniform blouse
and skirt. I was ecstatic that the uniform fit and posed in front of the mirror
until I realized that the CQ orderly would be making his rounds soon. I
reluctantly undressed and put the uniform back in the bag. In the morning
I sent the bag on its way and now I look fondly at my first experience as a
female Airman. An interesting note was that the CQ orderly room had a
board where they would post the uniform of the day. After the in processing
squadron got transferred to the squadron, the right side of the board listed
'uniform blouse and skirt'. No one seemed to notice that the board made no
mention of sex, so technically anyone could wear the uniform.
Submitted by Nyssa.
My
next adventure as a female Airman came about when I was stationed at Ramstein
AB (Federal Republic of Germany). A female NCO that I admired always changed
into civvies at the end of her shift and left her short sleeve uniform blouse,
neck tab, and skirt hanging in the office. During my shift I would go into the
office to write the daily reports and would ensure that the door was locked
securely. I took advantage of the situation and stripped out of my fatigues,
put on panties and hose that I bought at the BX, and finally would put on her
uniform. I would also pull out a pair of pumps out of my backpack that I bought
in a German clothes store. For the next couple of hours I was in heaven
and didn't mind having to write all those reports. I fantasized that the
military had changed and I was allowed to live my life as a female Airman and
loved my new job as the office secretary. I eventually was allowed to
move out of the barracks and found an apartment in the German town of
Rodenbach. Since the conversion rate was very good at the time, I began
frequenting the German stores in Landstuhl and started my feminine wardrobe. I
got bold one day and went into the military clothing sales and bought my own
uniform. In the rest room, I marked the skirt hem length and turned it over to
the tailors shop. When I got the skirt back from the tailors, I brought my new
uniform in to work and was delighted that I could wear my own clothes while
doing my office work.
Submitted by Nyssa.
While
stationed in Texas, my life as a female Airman became more important me. I
bought lots of feminine lingerie and wore it under my fatigues. One day I would
wear a camisole and tap pants set and on another I would have on panties, hose,
a bra, and a teddy. There were several occasions when my supervisor
patted me on the back and I was sure that he could feel the straps under my
uniform. Each time this happened, it would be weeks before I tried it again.
Submitted by Nyssa.
My
Pentagon tour is when I became comfortable with being a female Airman and tried
to incorporate Nyssa into my daily life. I plucked my eyebrows, shaved my legs,
and manicured my nails. I got rid of all my male underwear and began wearing
panties on a daily basis under all my clothes. Whenever I felt the need, I
would select a bra from my dresser and wear it under my BDUs. At first I was
afraid that someone would notice something wrong with my uniform and I would be
outted. Instead, I found that the BDU was great at hiding the lines from view. There
were several occasions when I sat in my female friend's office in my feminine
best. When my best friend didn't notice the change, I got conformable with my
feminine self and stopped worrying that I would get caught.
Nyssa
has informed me of an article about CD's in the service. I am adding a link to
it here.
http://www.tgguide.com/Library/bbs/cdinserv.txt
This was submitted by Joney, who was court-martialed for
crossdressing.
I
will tell as much as I can, but my case is still in appeals. It was just
accepted for review at the Court of Armed Forces Appeals. I hope they overturn
most of it. Otherwise, I will have to sue the Army in Federal Civil court for
wrongful prosecution. I hope it does not come to that. It will be very public
if it does. I was a victim of a politically motivated witch-hunt from the
highest level. My former boss was Gen. Hugh Shelton, who was being considered
for Chairmen, which he is now. I will write more when I feel like typing a
several page report. You can see an abbreviated and edited story in my bio. I
will write more when I can too. Until then, keep in touch. My case is in
appeals and anything I say will not effect it, but I'm waiting to put out
everything when appeals end. I hope they will correct most of the conviction.
We shall see. I don't want those still on active duty to be affected by it as
the military cross referencing anything I say to them. The witch-hunts still
continue. I will answer questions from anyone. Hugs, Joney
Joney sent me
this update.
Today, my conviction was upheld by the Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces.
Despite the coached testimony, witness tampering by the OSI, and possible
command influence, the five civilian judges, most whom served in the military,
upheld my conviction and dishonorable discharge. I have found that no TG
legal or political organization is willing to help, as they weren't prior to my
court martial. I can't figure out why I could expect a court to over turn an
military ruling, despite the obvious truth. I guess I will remain
forever, a convicted child molester. Being a TG has cost me a lot, but I will
still continue to help others the best I can through Cross Dressers Anonymous
(CDA) and Trans Gender Expressions, and of course, my web site. Feel free
to ask me any particulars. I am now free to speak out. Hugs, Joney
Submitted by Samantha
I
was a Hospital Corpsman stationed at the Bethesda Naval Hospital in the late
sixties. I had had an affection for feminine attire since early childhood and
had always been in the closet. My new wife knew nothing about it as I was sure
that marriage would make it go away. One day my wife was away I dressed in her
clothes (alas, the days when I could fit into them!) with makeup. First time
dressed in a long time. She came back early and saw me. She went berserk -
screamed and cried - complete hysteria. I might add that as I remember she was
dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt - go figure. Anyway she decided to
leave me over that one incident. I talked her out of it with the understanding
that I seek psychological help. A Navy shrink - yeah right, I thought. I
figured they'd throw me out. That's what they did with homosexuals back then -
the proverbial section eight. I was straight but I didn't think it would make
any difference. I went to a Navy psychiatrist who just smiled and after
getting assurance that I wasn't gay told me that it was no big deal. That it
was to quote him, a "quirk in my personality" and was of no harm to
anyone unless they made it a problem. Just keep it secret from the Navy. He
said they'd toss me. He also said he'd like to see my wife. I had wanted
her to go with me the first time but she insisted that it was my problem - not
hers. She refused to go and did not accept his evaluation. We never got along
after that even though I promised not to dress. I continued in secret and never
got caught again but we divorced several years later. When I got married
again later on I didn't inform my new wife because I had such a fear of
potential problems. She turned out to very supportive and we now make a great
team - but that's another story. I'll bet that psychiatrist was a rare
breed for the Navy both back then and now.
Submitted by Kathy Louise Silvestri
I
was king of the "homesteaders" as they say. Except for West Berlin
(87-90) and TDY missions, I seldom wandered far from "Home of the
Airborne"! I worked about half my career on the "green" side and
the other half on the "dark" side in Spec Opns. This enabled me to
"hide" from the assignment branch...LOL! Jewel of all was living in
West Berlin during the end of "The Wall". Ms Kathy loved it there!
Submitted by Elizabeth Medina
Ok
this is a somewhat tragic story that I would rather not have to tell! However,
It is relevant to the military/TG experience. I have always been aware of
my transsexuality, even if I did not categorize it as such until fairly
recently. By 1990, at age 23, I had become aware of the trans community, had
visited a new shop catering to TG's, and had a small collection of transgender
Tapestry magazines. I took two of these with me the plane to Georgia in August
1990 since I figured it would be my only connection to the TG world. In
November, with Desert Shield soon to become Desert Storm, drinking and last
minute partying was a weekly affair - heck, it probably would have been that
way in any case, but the uncertainty of the future made risk taking even easier
(I'm sure most here can relate.) Anyway, on the way home from a bar, I saw a TS
street worker. I knew sex was a risk, but I was excited by the chance to be
with a t-girl sexually as well as to share my secret; we did both. I was
elated... until a few weeks later when I got a strange and bad flu and began to
worry that I might have caught something. Fortunately, I was not tested for HIV
again the military since they had done that in August, but when I came home in
February I did test, and did learn that I had acquired HIV that November night.
I said this is a somewhat tragic story because HIV has caused much grief over
the last ten years in the friends I've lost; but still, I am healthy and I am
in a position to be able to help other HIV positive trans women.
Interestingly, I have met other HIV positive ex-service members. One gay male I
know was a commander in the Navy! Such a small world! P.S. If you are
dealing with HIV issues, you can write to me - I will respect your privacy and
must do so by law since I work at an AIDS agency. :)
Jane Cox sent me this wonderful story.
Here's
a true story which was related to me about 15 years ago by a retired gentleman.
He would have been in his 70's at that time and departed this earth about 7/8
years ago following a stroke. I'll call him Ron. I met Ron through a
business neighbour, SJM, who would join me for morning tea each day. Ron would
visit SJM every few months and would join us for a cup of coffee. He was a
jolly chap who had obviously been a larrikin in his time, and always had
interesting stories to tell. On one particular day, Ron was telling us
about his exploits during the Second World War. He was in the Australian Air
Force and stationed at Darwin in the Northern Territory. Apparently, the
Americans had personnel at the base also, manning bombers which would conduct
bombing raids on Japanese encampments in nearby occupied islands. I can't
remember the type of bombers he mentioned, but they were of the type with
machine gun turrets fore and aft. He commented that it was not an
enviable job to man these turrets, especially the rear turret in which the
occupant was "washed out with a hose" if he was unlucky enough to be
shot. He didn't have any problem volunteering to man the rear gunner's
turret on occasions on bombing runs. I'm not sure whether he did this with the
consent of the bombing command, or whether he would exchange places with the
rear gunner in some clandestine arrangement. He commented gleefully to me
"I liked the rear gunner's turret because you could shoot at the bastards
on the way in, and you could shoot at them on the way out also!" You
may wonder why I am relating this story to you. Well, one day during morning
tea, Ron sat with one leg crossed over the other, and you know how the leg of
your trousers rides up to show your socks. Only his trousers rose up just above
the top of his socks and I could see he was wearing patterned pantyhose beneath
his trousers. I didn't say anything, and he didn't notice that I'd
noticed. I was firmly entrenched in the closet myself at that time, so the
thought to discuss the matter of crossdressing with him never entered my mind.
He was a truly beaut bloke and I miss him. Regards Jane Cox
Perth, Western Australia
Here's a cute story submitted by Christine Beatty.
Before
I knew I was transsexual (1985) I crossdressed fetishistically, including in
the barracks in 1979. At "Willie" the barracks were a single roommate
situation, and at one point mine was on a different shift: the perfect
opportunity to climb into something lacy and see-through. However there were
two occasions when he returned early from his shift. Two occasions where the
sound of his key in the lock inspired a sufficient adrenaline burst to drag the
chest of drawers in front of the door, peel off my lingerie and stuff it in the
locker, and pull on some shorts and a T-shirt. Both times he believed my story
about the odd relocation of the dresser. Thank Goddess I hadn't started wearing
makeup at that point!
This story was submitted by Nikkie Michaels
no
shit, there i was.... i was in a little bar in seoul korea on new year's eve.
and while i am chattin with a bunch of my army buddies (i was in a hot little
black dress and skyrocket heels) and of course many of those buddies were gay.
so i spy this super cute (alas, stunning) brunette over in the corner on the
other side of the bar! well, i have always been attracted to girls (as most of
us are) and i am super gregarious so i watched her for a few mins and then went
over to chat her up. as i got a little closer, i lost a little of my nerve
cause the closer i got, the more spectacular she was. so out goes my hand and i
introduce myself to her and low and behold, another officer in the us army! a
BOY officer! hey, needless to say we were friends from that moment on! aint the
whole world just so tiny and fun. part two of the story is that later we attend
the army birthday ball and we are in black tie (boy uniforms of course - rats)
and as i am standing there, these three lieutenant colonels walk over to me and
my friend and say hi nikkie and marissa! holy crap! who are these guys using
THOSE names! well, guys we party with on occasion in town but not so frequently
that we knew them by name - nor the fact that they were field grade officers. i
have found that the military is actually quite tolerant of the GBLTG community.
the last comment i would make is that if you enjoy this side of your life, get
out there - outta the house! the whole world is your oyster and you wont
understand how wonderful it is until you are accepted for who you are. in my
many years of partying enfemme, i had two gentlemen be rude, both of whom
apologized after i chatted with em for a while. you go girl!
This war story is submitted by Katie D.
Here is one story from my past it is mild compared to some I
have read. I swear to God this is a true story, and could provide dates and
locations.
First off I knew I was a female or wanted to be since about
age 4 off and on. I had hoped that the military would get it out of my system.
Little did I know I had joined the new Air Force. I
was stationed in New Jersey back in the late 70's early 80's. Where I was
stationed they had no barracks, so we were all put up in apartments in town.
There were less than 100 of us assigned to the place. The apartments were
furnished two bed room two bath with a cute little kitchen. I would have
apartment mates on occasion but most times I had the apartment to myself. I
was a dumb Airman and came out to a few of the people I worked with no ill
effect. I think it was all so natural and they seemed to except me, I never
tried doing any dressing at work. Of course my underwear came from the female
side of the store. At the time the military was big on the golden flow drug
tests and had bigger fish to fry. The don't ask don't tell issue had not truly
started yet.
Well there was a female airman that lived a couple floors
above me. She knew about me and used to help me dress so we could go clubbing
together. She was sort of butch and would dress like a guy when we went out. I
could shop right across the street at a shopping mall and I had a lot of
clothes. Of course I had to be careful where I kept my pretty things hidden at.
I purged prior to getting assigned to Korea. It
was so great to have such an adventure at my first duty station after tech
school. I never got kicked out for being a female in a guy's body and retired
at 20 years. Now I don't cross dress . . .. I got rid of all the guy clothes a
few years ago. Tee Hee
Submitted by Marie Jessique:
I joined the military very young;
My recruiter was very desperate, and I had just finished High school 2 years
early. I served proudly but with youth came foolishness and got myself banged
up a lot, which gave me service-connected VA benefits. I began transitioning,
when a friend who was a vet (and ts as well ) told me that she was able to get
some stuff done at the VA. and so I went, started seeing one of their shrinks,
and they provided me with a very good treatement program through transition. I
had a very good rapport with my endocrinologist, but he was curious of my past
military background...I convinced the billing office to allow me to get an
orchidectomy if I paid for all costs...
The
big day arrived and there we were with the anesthisiologist and staff....my
endo was also in the surgical staff and he was doing a good job of calming me
down as I am terrified at the sight of needles. My endo walks up to my side and
says in front of everyone, " ladies and gentlemen, the Army did an
excellent job of making an outstanding young men out of this person ; we are
here to undo the damage".....with those words ringing in my ears, I fell
under the effect of the sedatives...
P.S.
that was many years ago, but I still use the VA as my primary care
providers---wouldn't trade them for any HMO out there.
Submitted by Dawn:
I dressed off-and-on for the 20+
years and, like most of us, I hid it from the military, my wife and my kids.
Why hide it? I was the typical jock and Big Man on Campus. I had an image to
uphold. Little did people know that the images that danced in my head were of
me in skirts and blouses instead of fatigues. Strangely enough, my dressing
became an issue that cost me my CIVILIAN DoD job. A secretary saw me out in a
club and immediately informed the wing commander.
Updated January 25, 2002
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