I for one was/am grateful for the military’s attitude towards “gays”. I didn’t get killed; I didn’t get horribly wounded. I didn’t have to kill anyone or even have to learn to kill. I wasn’t thrown in prison – where I’d have been raped – for years and years for refusing to learn/kill/be killed.
Claims to be homosexual.That was on the paper – in BIG letters – on the desk where I sat to take my military IQ test. All the other guys stared. I pretended to be nonchalant about it, but I was petrified.
The psychiatrist asked probing questions. He was obviously quite curious about my past. I pretended to be nonchalant about it, but I was petrified.
In the end they decided they didn’t want me.
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