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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / 19 Years already??? - Springfield '86 - Stalag 5515
« on: May 17, 2005, 10:56:00 PM »
The day of infamy lives on in my memories as always on this day...
May 17, 1986... 5515 Backlick Road, Springfield, VA... A nice sunny Saturday in May... I remember walking in through the front glass door... Seeing the photo of Princess Diana and Nancy Reagan on the wall... Being led through a hallway to meet Mr. Kniseley and listening to his lies... Then being led across the hall to Kenny Washington and Mike Riddle... Then the coercion began... 6 hours later, and my bladder finally emptied, with a small amount going into a plastic cup, and a strip search to boot... Being led into that barren white room, with all of those blue chairs, and a few different chairs... The sea of people flailing their arms in some trance-like state... Let's have a song... You've entered the Twilight Zone... Nope, it's Stalag 5515... and it's for real.
It seems like a dream to me which I know was long ago, but is so fresh in my head...
Fast forward to today: Am I really still caught up in something which happened almost 20 years ago? Is there a reason why I still seek to understand my thought reform as a hindsight, or am I just trying to figure out what happened to me so long ago? Will I ever return to a state of normal thought patterns? Or am I just in search of other people who have experienced the same thought reform I have experienced, and glad to know they are still alive and trying to make it past each new day?
Many thanks go out to the people which I have recently reconnected with via e-mails. I do hope to hear from more Springfield survivors in the future. Also, my thanks go out to the people who post on this site and to Ginger for maintaining it and not charging us any money. You rock! :nworthy:
"Thanks for letting me share." - I couldn't resist... :smokin:
May 17, 1986... 5515 Backlick Road, Springfield, VA... A nice sunny Saturday in May... I remember walking in through the front glass door... Seeing the photo of Princess Diana and Nancy Reagan on the wall... Being led through a hallway to meet Mr. Kniseley and listening to his lies... Then being led across the hall to Kenny Washington and Mike Riddle... Then the coercion began... 6 hours later, and my bladder finally emptied, with a small amount going into a plastic cup, and a strip search to boot... Being led into that barren white room, with all of those blue chairs, and a few different chairs... The sea of people flailing their arms in some trance-like state... Let's have a song... You've entered the Twilight Zone... Nope, it's Stalag 5515... and it's for real.
It seems like a dream to me which I know was long ago, but is so fresh in my head...
Fast forward to today: Am I really still caught up in something which happened almost 20 years ago? Is there a reason why I still seek to understand my thought reform as a hindsight, or am I just trying to figure out what happened to me so long ago? Will I ever return to a state of normal thought patterns? Or am I just in search of other people who have experienced the same thought reform I have experienced, and glad to know they are still alive and trying to make it past each new day?
Many thanks go out to the people which I have recently reconnected with via e-mails. I do hope to hear from more Springfield survivors in the future. Also, my thanks go out to the people who post on this site and to Ginger for maintaining it and not charging us any money. You rock! :nworthy:
"Thanks for letting me share." - I couldn't resist... :smokin: