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Even from the beginning, life started out different from all others. I was the first born and had to come out a boy to continue the family last name. My grandmother, who has been much more than a mother to me my whole life, was disturbed by this mandate given by my grandfather and father. So, she told them I was a girl and they did not even touch or look at me until my manhood was revealed during a diaper change. From that point on the whole world started turning around me for my grandfather.

My parents were very young so my grandparents took me as theirs and raised me. My grandfather being retired military, was a very disciplined and strict man. He was a perfectionist and the smartest man I knew. So I was given no choice but to be just like him. Since that was luckily a perfect fit with my character I managed that well. I was taught how to read and write long before elementary school started and was also very ahead in Math and Science. My friends were picked by intelligence, manners and family status. I was valued above everyone in my family and treated accordingly.

My life took its course like this throughout middle school and high school until my grandfather passed away in 1991, right after I graduated from high school. This came as a shock and I never accepted it as true for a long time; maybe still so now. I never went to his funeral and visited his grave.

My life was changed. I lost my guide and did not know how to cope with my family and others. So I started doing things that never interested me before. I started smoking, drinking, going out, getting into fights and dating girls. These were normal acts of life among my peers but I did everything to its fullest potential as I was thought.

During that period I met a girl whom I thought I fell in love with and got married. She was sixteen and I was 19. Right around the same time I found out she was pregnant and started my way to fatherhood. As months passed the marriage, family relations and all else became unbearable. In addition I found out that the child might not be mine which to this day is still a mystery. I never wanted to have a DNA test done since I did not think it will do any good but only harm to my son. In that state of mind, I made a decision to leave for a while and evaluate my life and future. So, one night I told her I am going out to get a pack of smokes and the next day I was in US.

It was not a well thought or planned action. Naturally, in a foreign country, I went to a friend’s house who was attending Ohio State University for familiarity. I had enough money to get me going for a while so I started going out, gambling and having fun. For the first time for a long time since I lost my grandfather, I felt good, happy and free. In the meantime, my family and my wife’s family were furious which might have been understandable since they were not aware of all facts that might have explained my behavior. This did not mean much to me because no one ever cared about how I felt. All they cared about was to do things right so it did not bring shame to either families, even if that meant destroying me.

So for about three months I just had fun. I was clubbing and gambling in Atlantic City, New York. Also, I got very close to an exotic dancer from a strip club that I was a regular at. During that period, I started to understand my marriage and life was over back home. In the meantime my friend finished school and decided go back to Turkey. This caused me to move to Virginia where another friend had a business and lived. Before I left for Virginia, I called my family and wife back home to tell them the marriage was over and I filed for divorce. I spent that night at the exotic dancer friend’s home. The next day when I was about the leave for Virginia, she said she was in love with me and coming with me too. This was not something I was prepared for right after getting out of a horrible relationship. So I told her I need to take care some business then we could leave. I took off for Virginia and never talked to her again.

My friends who were in Virginia have been in US for years but never moved forward. They had a business but never expanded and both were in bad relationships. They worked during the week and babysit for their girlfriends so they can go out and party. I felt like I had to change that so I stopped the babysitting and we started going out together with my friends. I still had my wedding band on which worked as a repellant against women. I needed to stay away from them a while.

During that period we went out every weekend to the same bar in Frederick, MD. It was mostly a hang out spot for older men and women. My friends who were not much older than I liked that since it was much easier to hook up with older women. One these hook ups offered to bring a friend of hers to meet me. While I initially objected, in the end I agreed. They arranged to meet at a club in Hanover, PA.

It took us three hours longer than it should have to reach there since directions given were wrong. That made me very angry since I was reluctant to meet to begin with. Anyway, the friend she brought was gorgeous and we started dating. Like all women no matter how gorgeous, she came with a package. Later, the relationship advanced and she asked me to meet her family.

Her family was as ignorant as a box rocks and they hated foreigners. In fact they hated pretty much everyone other than themselves. They would not accept meeting me since I was not good enough for them. Later, her mom got arrested for kidnapping a minor which was a misunderstanding but they needed money to bail her out. I provided that money which then enabled them to agree to meet me. I was not dying to meet them but it was important for her. Then we met. Shortly after the meet I moved in with her. She lived at the basement of her parents’ which could actually be considered a three bedroom apartment. She lived there with her two kids from a marriage that she was trying to get out of.

Her husband was in prison for sleeping with their former babysitter who was a minor. Although she filed for divorce, he was not signing the papers so she was waiting for the required time to pass for it to be taken care of by the court.

In the meantime, I was divorced from my wife in Turkey and was running out of money that I brought with me. So one day while I was driving in town I applied for a job at a gas station for the hell of it. Next day I was called in for an interview. I was hired that day. The owner was an Indian and did not have a problem hiring an alien who was not authorized to work in US since he paid the alien half of what he would pay an American. Within 3 weeks of working there, he fired his manager that was in charge of his six stations and promoted me to manager but with the same pay. Now he was paying quarter of what he was paying his American manager. This was not something that I would approve but desperate times forced me to work there since I needed the money. I was working as the manager and was covering a shift as a cashier in various stores. I was working about eighteen hours a day and seven days a week which was barely enabling me to make enough money equivalent to an American that worked for minimum wage. Most of his employees were women who were almost identical in life styles and status which later was explained by the owner’s second business. He brought Indian men into US and arranged marriages with these women to get them green cards for a handsome fee. He had other stores and businesses in other states where those Indian men worked for shelter and food until they got their green cards.

In the meanwhile, my girlfriend was finally divorced and we got married. Shortly after that I got my temporary green card.

One day, while I was working at the cashier I met a soldier who turned out to be a recruiter for US Army. After talking for a while, he convinced me to take ASVAB and consider joining the Army. I took the ASVAB and scored 99 which was unbelievably high to the recruiter. I prepared all my paperwork and joined the US Army. Since I was not a US citizen my job options were limited so chose to become a technician for AH-64 Apache helicopter.

I completed basic training and my technical training in the following months with great success and was stationed Ft Eustis, VA. I scored highest in all my trainings and was always liked and respected by my commanding officers.

In the meanwhile I became the father of two wonderful boys but the marriage was on the rocks. Her family never accepted me since I was a foreigner and a Muslim. In that period I got my citizenship and became a sergeant. The marriage became unbearable and going home became hell. That was when I decided to volunteer for US Army Special Forces because that would make sure I did not have to go home often.

Once again in a period of one year I completed all required courses at a top level and became a Special Forces soldier. I was assigned to the 7th group whose territory was South America. Soon after my commander recommended me for officer school which I completed in a year and I became an officer of the United States Army.

During that period marriage was only there because of my two sons. I was barely ever home and when I was, I stayed in my office and slept with my sons.

When I was on a mission in Colombia, I lost contact with my wife and my kids in US. It was as if they vanished. After I returned to states, I was told by my neighbors that she took the kids and moved to WV where her x-husband lived. He was a member of an anti-federal government extremist group and lived in a compound up in the mountains. She thought that would prevent me from going after her and get my sons back.

Even though we were separated by countries, and our marriage was just a mere breath away from legal dissolution, my soon-to-be-ex wife and I still managed to wage verbal war continually. Round 522 took place in the summer of 2001 while I was stationed in Colombia. The screeching melodic sounds of her yelling was what I deserved for calling her on a satellite phone that was not supposed to be used for personal matters.

Three days after the argument, I realized that serving in the Special Forces of the US Army would not prepare me for the fear that engulfed when I discovered her erratic behavior had reached a new level.   Three days of calls to everyone that we knew resulted in nothing. Where was she? Where were my children? What in the hell had she done in anger?   Finally, a piece of Intel sent chills through me.  She had fled to the husband prior to me who belonged to some kind of anti-federal government militia. This group of terrorists had a compound in West Virginia. My boys, who loved their soldier dad, were now in the throngs of people who hated everything I stood for and all that I taught them.

I counted the days like a rabid dog waiting to get hold to a piece of raw steak. The assignment in Colombia seemed to drag on forever. My plan was clear and I shared it with my team.

“As soon as the plane hits the ground and my feet hit the pavement, I’m heading to West Virginia to get my boys. Even if I die doing it.”

Special Forces is like family, brothers in arms in every sense of the word. We gathered our full gear: night vision goggles, flash bangs, smoke grenades and plastic bullets and loaded up four Humvees deep. The 12 of us hit the compound at the darkest part of the night. You would think that these military-wanna be’s would have had more security than they did.  A quick assessment showed nothing of concern.  We struck like lightning!  When it was over the power was cut, we fired a few rounds of non-lethal bullets and we were out. My youngest son never woke from his sleep; I laid him across my shoulder; while I grabbed the hand of the older one, who yelled, “Cool dad!”

You could see the terror in my lovely little wife’s face; it mirrored that of her terrorist ex-husband. They were scared out of their damn minds.  What could they do?  The compound was laden with marijuana plants and an arsenal of illegal automatic weapons. I smiled as we loaded the boys safely into a Humvee and drove off. Mission accomplished.

This was a momentary victory and did not prevent the marriage from ending. I lost the custody hearing also and only got visitation rights. Being a Special Forces soldier worked completely against me during the custody battle. I gave her everything the house, the cars and the all the money since she had the kids. It was a fresh start for me with only $20 in my pocket.

I went back to what I did best and continued my military career. I was a captain now and was commanding on my team. Since Special Forces were spread thin because of Afghanistan and Iraq conflicts, I was sent to multiple mission in those areas too.

While I was on a mission in Colombia I got shot in the knee and was not found mission worth after that. I had the choice of a desk job or leaving active duty and I chose the latter since being stationary was not for me.

I need physical therapy in order to walk without a cane and I chose to go back to Turkey after being gone for twelve years.

In the beginning everything was great but as soon as some time passed my family proved to have not changed at all. Once again I was being told what to do and what kind of girl I need to marry.

In the meantime I met a girl and fell in love in Turkey. I stayed in Turkey for her and we got engaged.

In August 2013, a former Cartel connection found out my identity and one of their members stabbed my son. He almost died but thankfully he survived and is getting better. This forced me to come back to US and take care of this once and for all so it never happened again.

Even from the beginning, life started out different from all others. I was the first born and had to come out a boy to continue the family last name. My grandmother, who has been much more than a mother to me my whole life, was disturbed by this mandate given by my grandfather and father. So, she told them I was a girl and they did not even touch or look at me until my manhood was revealed during a diaper change. From that point on the whole world started turning around me for my grandfather.

My parents were very young so my grandparents took me as theirs and raised me. My grandfather being retired military, was a very disciplined and strict man. He was a perfectionist and the smartest man I knew. So I was given no choice but to be just like him. Since that was luckily a perfect fit with my character I managed that well. I was taught how to read and write long before elementary school started and was also very ahead in Math and Science. My friends were picked by intelligence, manners and family status. I was valued above everyone in my family and treated accordingly.

My life took its course like this throughout middle school and high school until my grandfather passed away in 1991, right after I graduated from high school. This came as a shock and I never accepted it as true for a long time; maybe still so now. I never went to his funeral and visited his grave.

My life was changed. I lost my guide and did not know how to cope with my family and others. So I started doing things that never interested me before. I started smoking, drinking, going out, getting into fights and dating girls. These were normal acts of life among my peers but I did everything to its fullest potential as I was thought.

During that period I met a girl whom I thought I fell in love with and got married. She was sixteen and I was 19. Right around the same time I found out she was pregnant and started my way to fatherhood. As months passed the marriage, family relations and all else became unbearable. In addition I found out that the child might not be mine which to this day is still a mystery. I never wanted to have a DNA test done since I did not think it will do any good but only harm to my son. In that state of mind, I made a decision to leave for a while and evaluate my life and future. So, one night I told her I am going out to get a pack of smokes and the next day I was in US.

It was not a well thought or planned action. Naturally, in a foreign country, I went to a friend’s house who was attending Ohio State University for familiarity. I had enough money to get me going for a while so I started going out, gambling and having fun. For the first time for a long time since I lost my grandfather, I felt good, happy and free. In the meantime, my family and my wife’s family were furious which might have been understandable since they were not aware of all facts that might have explained my behavior. This did not mean much to me because no one ever cared about how I felt. All they cared about was to do things right so it did not bring shame to either families, even if that meant destroying me.

So for about three months I just had fun. I was clubbing and gambling in Atlantic City, New York. Also, I got very close to an exotic dancer from a strip club that I was a regular at. During that period, I started to understand my marriage and life was over back home. In the meantime my friend finished school and decided go back to Turkey. This caused me to move to Virginia where another friend had a business and lived. Before I left for Virginia, I called my family and wife back home to tell them the marriage was over and I filed for divorce. I spent that night at the exotic dancer friend’s home. The next day when I was about the leave for Virginia, she said she was in love with me and coming with me too. This was not something I was prepared for right after getting out of a horrible relationship. So I told her I need to take care some business then we could leave. I took off for Virginia and never talked to her again.

My friends who were in Virginia have been in US for years but never moved forward. They had a business but never expanded and both were in bad relationships. They worked during the week and babysit for their girlfriends so they can go out and party. I felt like I had to change that so I stopped the babysitting and we started going out together with my friends. I still had my wedding band on which worked as a repellant against women. I needed to stay away from them a while.

During that period we went out every weekend to the same bar in Frederick, MD. It was mostly a hang out spot for older men and women. My friends who were not much older than I liked that since it was much easier to hook up with older women. One these hook ups offered to bring a friend of hers to meet me. While I initially objected, in the end I agreed. They arranged to meet at a club in Hanover, PA.

It took us three hours longer than it should have to reach there since directions given were wrong. That made me very angry since I was reluctant to meet to begin with. Anyway, the friend she brought was gorgeous and we started dating. Like all women no matter how gorgeous, she came with a package. Later, the relationship advanced and she asked me to meet her family.

Her family was as ignorant as a box rocks and they hated foreigners. In fact they hated pretty much everyone other than themselves. They would not accept meeting me since I was not good enough for them. Later, her mom got arrested for kidnapping a minor which was a misunderstanding but they needed money to bail her out. I provided that money which then enabled them to agree to meet me. I was not dying to meet them but it was important for her. Then we met. Shortly after the meet I moved in with her. She lived at the basement of her parents’ which could actually be considered a three bedroom apartment. She lived there with her two kids from a marriage that she was trying to get out of.

Her husband was in prison for sleeping with their former babysitter who was a minor. Although she filed for divorce, he was not signing the papers so she was waiting for the required time to pass for it to be taken care of by the court.

In the meantime, I was divorced from my wife in Turkey and was running out of money that I brought with me. So one day while I was driving in town I applied for a job at a gas station for the hell of it. Next day I was called in for an interview. I was hired that day. The owner was an Indian and did not have a problem hiring an alien who was not authorized to work in US since he paid the alien half of what he would pay an American. Within 3 weeks of working there, he fired his manager that was in charge of his six stations and promoted me to manager but with the same pay. Now he was paying quarter of what he was paying his American manager. This was not something that I would approve but desperate times forced me to work there since I needed the money. I was working as the manager and was covering a shift as a cashier in various stores. I was working about eighteen hours a day and seven days a week which was barely enabling me to make enough money equivalent to an American that worked for minimum wage. Most of his employees were women who were almost identical in life styles and status which later was explained by the owner’s second business. He brought Indian men into US and arranged marriages with these women to get them green cards for a handsome fee. He had other stores and businesses in other states where those Indian men worked for shelter and food until they got their green cards.

In the meanwhile, my girlfriend was finally divorced and we got married. Shortly after that I got my temporary green card.

One day, while I was working at the cashier I met a soldier who turned out to be a recruiter for US Army. After talking for a while, he convinced me to take ASVAB and consider joining the Army. I took the ASVAB and scored 99 which was unbelievably high to the recruiter. I prepared all my paperwork and joined the US Army. Since I was not a US citizen my job options were limited so chose to become a technician for AH-64 Apache helicopter.

I completed basic training and my technical training in the following months with great success and was stationed Ft Eustis, VA. I scored highest in all my trainings and was always liked and respected by my commanding officers.

In the meanwhile I became the father of two wonderful boys but the marriage was on the rocks. Her family never accepted me since I was a foreigner and a Muslim. In that period I got my citizenship and became a sergeant. The marriage became unbearable and going home became hell.

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