Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2010 13:40:19 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Christmas Cocks Chapter 30

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Christmas Cocks
By The Rumpranger

Chapter 30: Truth Will Set You Free

My attorney accompanied me to the Provost Marshall Office at Fort Sam
Houston where I surrendered myself to Army authority. Once back at Fort Sam
I was assigned to a casual company where I would await further disposition
with certain restrictions placed on me. Of course during my time in jail
the advanced medical training company to which I'd been assigned
graduated. My fellow classmates had moved onto new Army assignments;
therefore, when I returned I was in a state of oblivion, but not forgotten.

The Army had not charged me under UCMJ or informed me of any pending
charges. As I was being transported to the casual company to await further
orders and assignment my attorney's biblical words echoed in my head, "The
truth will set you free."

I never envisioned my wise old counselor as a religious person; in fact, I
don't think that I'd ever in my life likened lawyers to religion. The
reason given for my confinement to the base was that it was for my
well-being. I think the Army was trying to keep me hidden, not wanting
anymore negative press. It seemed to me that somewhere throughout all this
madness the town of San Antonio and the Army had turned against me for the
murder of one of their own: a murder I didn't commit.

My thinking was that it was understandable given all the negative press
surrounding the murder. I knew I was innocent and was hopeful that my
attorney would someday prevail proving my complete innocence. What I
couldn't understand is why I was still being held as a person of interest
if the DA didn't have enough evidence to prosecute me for the horrendous
crime. I also wondered if the police were actively looking for the real
killer. This whole thing seemed like a dream, but I'd pinched myself too
many times for it to be a dream. I was curious as to what happened to all
my personal property after I was arrested.

>From what I was being told most of my personal property had somehow
mysteriously been misplaced, mishandled or lost sometime after my arrest
and during my time of incarceration. My laptop, old cell phone and other
personal property had been confiscated and were still being held as
evidence. I was sure every forensic expert in Army CID and San Antonio
Police had been through my computer and cell phone records with a fine
tooth comb.

The investigators had surely read all my e-mails and check out the websites
I'd visited, including Nifty and other erotic story sites. So, there was no
doubt that the Army and police were at least questioning my sexual
preference; moreover, suspecting that Mike and I were more than just
friends.

I'd been called in a couple times since returning to Fort Sam by CID
investigators to answer questions with regard to the cell phone records,
computer files and about our relationship; however, when I invoked my right
to counsel before questioning the investigators just dismissed me, sending
me back to my company. I was sent back with a warning that I was confined
to the post and could not talk to anyone about my status except my
attorney.

Basically, my status was stable; somewhat like that of permanent party
except for the segregation and confinement. I had the run of the base, but
was not supposed to leave the perimeter thereof. The post was open, but if
caught by police or MPs outside the boundary of the base that would be
another nail in my coffin. I was very recognizable, so I just hung around
Fort Sam waiting word of my fate.

I hadn't heard anything from my attorney since he left me at the PM Office
a week earlier. I was concerned about my bike and what happened to it. I
feared the worst. I wanted to get off post and go by Mike's apartment
complex. I don't know why. I guess I was curious, wanting to see if my bike
was there. I had no desire to visit the convenience store where the murder
took place.

That was a place I never wanted to go again. I continued mourning Mike as
I'm sure his family and friends were doing. I couldn't understand why
anyone would want to kill him. He was a great guy, easy to get along with
and I'd never known him to be confrontational or have a cross word towards
anyone. I had been secretly speculating about whether he had another lover
that might have been jealous of my relationship with Mike and stalking
us. I knew because of my size not many guys would attempt anything with me
around Mike. Oh hell, I had nothing but time to ponder the unknowns. I
guess I probably would never know the whole truth about his murder, but it
had sure fucked up my life.

Maybe it was a good thing that I'd been restricted to post, but in the few
days since I'd been back I was getting restless and bored. Oh, the Army
kept me busy during the day on work details around the area. Nights were
the worst. I'd been assigned a room by myself which fostered loneliness.

I'd grown used to sleeping with someone; therefore, sleeping by myself was
becoming unbearable. I hadn't had sex since Christmas leave. I missed
Mike's warm body lying next to me. I missed his warm mouth sucking on my
hard cock. Oh, one other restriction that had been placed on me by both the
Bexar County DA and the Army was that I have no Internet access, which
meant I had no way to check my e-mail or browse the Internet. That was
killing me. I knew why none of the other soldiers were associating with me.

The horrific murder of SGT Miguel Alvarez made headlines in the local
newspaper as well as the Fort Sam rag. My pathetic mug shot photo had been
plastered on newspapers and on television, so everyone knew me immediately
by sight as the jealous homosexual killer.

There had been much electronic media attention focused on the gory details
of the horrendous homicide, including photos of the homosexual predator and
victim as well as media sound bites, most not so flattering. After
information had been leaked to the media I was being portrayed as the
jilted aspiring lover who had been shunned by Sgt Alvarez and then killed
him in a jealous fit or rage. That allegedly became the motive behind the
murder.

Sgt Alvarez had been portrayed as the poor unsuspecting victim in the
crime. Something supported by his father. The father came forward and
angrily announced that he suspected I was queer the first time we met at
his house. He was quoted in the newspaper referring to me as, "Ese tio es
un marica gringo."

Basically, Mike's dad was calling me a queer white boy. He went on to
defend his son saying that he was not gay, just a friendly outgoing person
who loved his country and fellow man. He wanted everyone to know that the
gringo had taken advantage of Miguel's friendship, killing him when Miguel
wouldn't submit to my sexual advances towards his miho. Of course I denied
all the accusations.

Strange thing, his mother or sister made no comment to the press about
Mr. Alvarez's name calling or substantiating his accusatory slanderous
statements. I knew deep inside even when I was fully exonerated I would
still be a murder and a queer in the eyes of many in San Antonio and Fort
Sam.

I often wondered how hard the police were working trying to find the real
killer. My one wish was to get the hell out Fort Sam as soon as possible so
as to put the negative feelings behind me and get on with my life. I was
considering transferring branch to Infantry and then asking for a combat
assignment. After a week back on post at the Monday morning work formation
I was called into see the CO. He told me that I was to report to the
Commanding Officer over at AMEDD Student Detachment at 10:00 hours in a
clean uniform. I figured that I was going to be assigned to a new medical
training class.

I reported as directed to the Commanding Officer at Student Detachment. The
CO came right to the point with a serious tone and stony face offering me a
General Discharge under Honorable Conditions.

I asked, "Sir, may I consult with my attorney before accepting this
discharge?"

"Yes, Specialist," was the Officer's reply, "Major Winters from JAG will go
over the discharge with you and be happy to answer any questions you or
your counsel may have. That'll be all."

"Thank you Sir," I replied snapping to attention rendering a hand salute.

Once I'd been dismissed by the Commander the JAG Major and I stepped into a
conference room where he began explaining the discharge and all
ramifications thereof. He explained that if and when I was totally
exonerated by the Bexar DA that I could apply for an upgrade for an
Honorable Discharge; however, there was a caveat, due to certain
questionable evidence the Army CID and police had discovered with regard to
my relationship with SGT Miguel Alvarez I wouldn't be eligible to return to
the military.

The Army couldn't prove anything, but they suspected I was gay even though
I'd steadfastly denied those accusations. With an explanation about the
General Discharge concluded the Major got my counsel on the speaker
phone. Immediately, my attorney told me, "Do not to sign anything! I just
got off the phone with the District Attorney prosecuting the murder
case. There is a break in the case. I'll be down there tomorrow. See you
then."

After we disconnected the phone comm I wondered what the hell was going
on. In a matter or minutes the PM stuck his head in the door of the
conference room saying, "Hold up processing that discharge Major. Bexar
just called saying they have a break in the case."

Major Winters and I were both surprised by the revelations. I was told by
the JAG Major to go back to my company where I would wait further
notification. The Major had an MP give me a ride back to the company
area. I reported to the 1SG and was told to just hang loose. I decided to
head over to the dayroom to watch television or play pool.

When I got to the dayroom the television reporter was saying that there was
breaking news with regard to the Sgt Alvarez homicide. The reporter was
live outside the DA's office, explaining that the police and District
Attorney would be holding a news conference with more details sometime
later.