I can’t recall either. I never will be able to recall, Tom. But I will never get that man’s face out of my mind. And here’s the other piece: he could write anything in his counseling notes he wanted. I couldn’t prove a damned thing. He was an LTC, I was an E-3. I had nothing to stand on. His version would have been accepted as the God-given truth. Claim he was a God-fearing family man. Break down and sob in front of his wife and kids. Here is this wanton E-3 who threw herself at me. See? And there in lies the fundamental problem. I KNOW he did it. I can’t prove it. I can never, ever prove it. It took forty years for the VA to accept that yes indeed I had been raped. Again I am hardly alone. There is my truth, there would have been his whitewashed version which would have held up in court, since he had the notes and I had no bloody underwear, and no witnesses. I’d have lost horribly. At any rate the man died at 48 (good riddance) and I am still here. That’s revenge enough. Tough way to learn.

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