This is the first part of a three-part series.
The following events occurred in the early to mid-90s, just before the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy was implemented in the military. Even with the implementation of that policy, being an active lesbian risked your career, especially for an officer.
This story begins immediately after "
Your Silver Nights and Golden Days
" ends.
© 2020 Candy_Kane54
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August 1992
I've finally received my separation date (DOS). I can fly back to California in two weeks and be with Grace, Matthew, and Mark. It would be just in time for Matthew's birthday. I was so ready to be with them. Having called them daily helps, but it was not the same as holding them when you told them you love them. Thank God that Grace has Kathy to support her. I couldn't even imagine what it would be like for a mother to lose an offspring.
Anybody who breezily says, "If you get an order that you can't obey, you can always resign your commission," has no idea what they're talking about.
It has been ten weeks of hell. Thank God General Travis supported me and was willing to indorse my resignation. It'll probably cost him his fourth star, but he owed me. General Travis wouldn't have gotten his first three stars except for me. Even General Fain has been supportive, not so much positively, but by not fighting it. General Fain was surprised that I had taken this route. He had been willing to keep the information about my homosexuality to himself. When I explained to him that this was best for the F-22 program and for him, he acceded.
I had been debriefed almost daily, and all the debriefings were tedious and repetitive. It was almost like they didn't believe I was serious about leaving. After all, I had my line number for Lieutenant Colonel and was on a fast track to General. The Office of Special Investigations (OSI) agents were the worst. Their biggest hang-up seemed to be the size of my bank accounts. I had to explain that my investments had been made with the inheritance and insurance money from my parents' deaths and not payments from foreign entities. They were also interested in my relationship with Bonnie. Since she was dead and General Travis had indorsed my resignation, they were willing to overlook it for expediency's sake.
Officers often resign their commission when charged with an offense under the Uniform Code of Military Justice (UCMJ). Sometimes they are offered the chance to resign their commission to avoid a court-martial. Very seldom does someone decide they are no longer interested in being an officer and resign their commission out of the blue. Thus I suffered the many debriefings and the investigation by OSI. Now, if I had had enough service time to retire, I could have just asked for a retirement date, and I wouldn't have had to go through all this bureaucratic nonsense.
At least I will get my Honorable Discharge and retain my VA benefits, thanks to General Travis.
I left the base and went home. I changed out of my uniform into jeans and a designer tee and headed out. I made my daily trip to Dayton Memorial Park to visit Bonnie's grave. Her headstone had been installed three weeks ago, and the grass had started growing over the grave. As I sat cross-legged in front of the gravestone, reading the inscription, I could feel the tears threatening to fall. I told Bonnie about my day and all the conversations with Matthew, Mark, Grace, and Kathy since yesterday.
I was looking forward to going home to Hawthorne in two weeks. The only thing that dampened my enthusiasm was knowing Bonnie would be here alone once I left to return to California. I lifted up a prayer to Him to keep her, cherish her, and make sure she would never be by herself.
I had bought the plot next to her for myself. Sitting there, I remembered my promise to Bonnie that I'd find someone else to love. I thought, "If I do find someone else to love, how would she feel that I plan to be buried next to Bonnie when I die?"
"Oh, Bonnie," I said, as I lay my hand on the gravestone, my finger tracing her inscribed name, "I miss you so much!" The tears that had threatened to fall since I arrived made their appearance.
Once I made it home, I started packing up my remaining belongings. I had already packed all of Bonnie's things, and I could see the boxes with her stuff stacked up against the wall. The hardest part to box up was her collection of cards and photographs from our time at Wright Patterson. I remembered how I found her report cards from her classes at Wright State to get her nursing degree. All of that hard work had been for naught. I knew she had loved working toward her degree and was so proud of her accomplishments, but the futility of it all had made me cry.
Sitting there, I realized I just couldn't do it. I needed to get away for a while. But what would I do? Any place I'd like to go to would only bring back memories of Bonnie and how she enjoyed everything we had done together.
Suddenly, a memory forced its way into my head ...
Bonnie wrapped her arms around me and said, "I think Alice is a lovely person."
"Yes, she is," I said, wondering where this was coming from.
"I think the two of you would be good for each other," Bonnie said, a thoughtful look on her face.
"What?" I queried, suddenly realizing that Bonnie was making plans for me after she was gone.
"I don't want you to be alone after I'm gone," Bonnie replied. "I want you to find someone to love. I don't want you moping around for the rest of your life."
"I won't be alone. I'm going to be looking after Matthew and Mark," I said, not wanting to talk about this right now.
"I know that," Bonnie said. "But you still need someone to hold you and love you, someone you can hold and love. I spent too many years alone, and I don't want you to have to experience that."
"No one can take your place," I said. "It's just not possible. Besides, I'm not worried about that right now. I still have you to love."
I called Alice. When Mary Ann answered the phone, I asked to be put through to Alice. When she picked up, I said, "Alice, this is Virginia."
"Hello, Virginia," said Alice. "How are you doing today?"