Okay, I guess you good people would like to know why I wrote this book. So I will dig into my past again, and remember all things that happened to me and all the pain and all the hell. Believe me, I wish I was not writing this book. I wish these things did not happen to me. I wish my life could have been different. I wish I didn't wake up in the middle of the night with sweats. Body drenched, remembering, but I do. I look around me at people pursuing their dreams, their careers, their ambitions with smiling faces. Joyful attitudes and breezing through life without a care, and I didn't mean they don't care. I just mean they seem real happy. I don't know how to do that myself. It seems like there is a shell around me all the time. The only thing that keeps me a float is Father God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. I don't know what it feels like when other people talk about the picnics and adventures. Boating, canoeing, and things of that nature. After what happened to me being sodomized by Sergeant Johnson and almost beat to death every day, and now trying to get help from the VAs. It just brings me back around like a big circle. Right back into depression, and why do they do this? Why are they like this? Why do I have to tape record and video tape every single thing that is going on? Because I realized that I needed to write this book to expose all of these evil doers. And now just maybe by the hand of God our great president Donald Trump will read this book and do something about this. God Bless America.
