Gay and vegan in the burbs (of Los Angeles). I blog about veganism, equality, compassion, activism, politics, spirituality and the awesome life experiences of The Gay Vegans. The "s" includes my husband, Mike! I believe that we all have more in common than not and that we all have the power to be the voice of the voiceless. I want this blog to be a tool for me to build bridges amongst communities and those with differing opinions.
Showing posts with label Navy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Navy. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
In memory of 37 sailors
It's been 25 years.
May 17th will be the 25th anniversary of the USS Stark tragedy.
I was 21 years old. Enjoying an evening out in Manama, Bahrain. I came back to my ship and it was gone. The USS Conyngham had left to go support the Stark. We were instructed to board the USS LaSalle not really knowing what was happening.
Two Exocet missiles had been fired by an Iraqi air force jet. One exploded. 37 men died. 21 were wounded.
Arriving early the next morning I was shocked to see the Stark listing with a huge amount of smoke coming out of her. Once we got back to the Conyngham many of us immediately headed to the Stark. People were exhausted. Body bags were filled. Fires still needed to be fought. The smell shocked me. Everyone just jumped in. The fires continued for almost 24 hours from the moment of impact.
My one friend on the Stark survived. Three of his co-workers did not.
I never know when a memory is going to hit me from that day. My thoughts and memories of that day run deep and all over the place, as they do for anyone who was there.
I've always remembered. My shipmates rocked it that day. I saw bravery and courage and selflessness.
This blog post is in memory of the 37 people who were killed aboard the USS Stark on May 17, 1987.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Gay (and Lesbian) in the US military!
As many of you know, the devastating policy that excluded gays and lesbians from serving in the US military for decades ends today. The so-called "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" is now officially dead. This is a huge day for me!
I served in the US Navy from 1984 - 1991 with reserve time going through 1994. I am very familiar with the policy meant to keep gays and lesbians from serving.
I remember the investigations and the harassment.
I remember the suicides. The fear that one had been "found out".
I remember only wanting to go out with other military people who were gay so not to have to worry about being exposed by someone not in the military.
I remember the humiliating courts martial and Captain's Masts.
I remember constantly having to change (and remember) pronouns.
I remember walking by a gay bar overseas and not even daring to look in.
I remember the violence by word and by fist. I remember going one hundred plus miles to go out to a gay bar so my license plate wouldn't be written down.
I remember the pure bigotry and the hate. "You fucking faggot!"
I remember knowing in my heart that one day this would end. That it would just have to end.
It's gotten a little easier for some since I got out. I think it all depended on your command. But now it's a bit easier for many, and at least, even if one wants to stay closeted, they are safe with their job if they are "found out".
The bigotry will take a lot longer to go away, yet this is still a HUGE deal. Inside I am totally stoked. Outside I know the fight for equality is not over.
Will you celebrate with me?
I served in the US Navy from 1984 - 1991 with reserve time going through 1994. I am very familiar with the policy meant to keep gays and lesbians from serving.
I remember the investigations and the harassment.
I remember the suicides. The fear that one had been "found out".
I remember only wanting to go out with other military people who were gay so not to have to worry about being exposed by someone not in the military.
I remember the humiliating courts martial and Captain's Masts.
I remember constantly having to change (and remember) pronouns.
I remember walking by a gay bar overseas and not even daring to look in.
I remember the violence by word and by fist. I remember going one hundred plus miles to go out to a gay bar so my license plate wouldn't be written down.
I remember the pure bigotry and the hate. "You fucking faggot!"
I remember knowing in my heart that one day this would end. That it would just have to end.
It's gotten a little easier for some since I got out. I think it all depended on your command. But now it's a bit easier for many, and at least, even if one wants to stay closeted, they are safe with their job if they are "found out".
The bigotry will take a lot longer to go away, yet this is still a HUGE deal. Inside I am totally stoked. Outside I know the fight for equality is not over.
Will you celebrate with me?
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