One might want to cheer mhere’s escape from being permanently locked up as a victory, but it remains but a shallow one at that.  mhere returned home and spent a few days visiting with her mother, but no one broached the subject of what had transpired.  Her “mental condition” (bipolar, to be exact) became a “fact”, after all real psychiatrists had rendered that diagnosis and so mhere’s family placed their trust in “experts”.  hotshot82nd and mhere tiptoed around each other and mhere knew he felt sorry for having her locked up, because he had purchased a large country-style hutch and new kitchen chairs for mhere’s kitchen table a few days before mhere’s release.  In fact, mhere knew he had purchased these before arrogantass#1 had called about having mhere locked-up permanently.

mhere kept thinking about clearing her name, but knew not how to even begin that journey, but being the stubborn person she was, mhere went right back on that politics message board and began posting messages.  presidentmendacity’s scandals continued and mhere felt she could never submit to a bunch of bullies, even powerful ones like thatwitch2016, because at heart tyrants are just big bullies who have managed to acquire power.  mhere still couldn’t make sense out of many of the events that had just transpired, but she knew who wore the pants in presidentmendacity and thatwitch2016’s marriage, because that harpy, shrew made it her primary duty to destroy the other women in presidentmendacity’s life.  It appeared that while thatwitch2016 hated the blatant betrayals of presidentmendacity, she found excuses for his philandering, while scheming of ways to destroy the other women. thatwitch2016 had decided  that her great sacrifices in her marriage entitled her to a richly earned reward – to become the first female President of the United States.  mhere may not have figured out all the details, but she knew who lay at the end of the horrors she had undergone.  mhere had made a vow the day she first saw her old Top in that nuthouse and as mhere’s new life, where she could trust no one began, mhere made a vow that, no matter how long it takes, no matter how impossible it seems, she vowed, “Someday I am going to drag thatwitch2016 to justice!!!”

mhere’s relentless posting on the message board began and mhere kept thinking that she wanted to try and tell her story to someone in the press.  One day mhere decided, “Eureka, I know who I should contact!”  mhere sent an email to bigkahunaincablenews, explaining about the dangers of spin and she told him her user name and the URL of the politics message board.  mhere received no response, but bigkahunaincablenews did declare spin would not be allowed on his show.

mhere also began venting by writing lengthy diatribes in the notepad window on her computer and she directed much vitriol to lambasting americanrommel and asking him how he could attack an enlisted soldier’s spouse for no damned reason.  Writing, for mhere, had always been a pressure valve, where she could turn to spill all her hurts and anger, because she certainly could never find the courage or the words to spit it out.  mhere would type away to get her anger out of her system, then she would delete her angry writings and try to focus on hotshot82nd and her children.  One day mhere went to her politics message board and the entire message boards had vanished.  A new realization hit mhere, thatwitch2016 had played americanrommel and he never had access to her computer at all.  mhere knew thatwitch2016 had used the power of the presidency to corrupt the chain of command and manipulate an attack on an American soldier’s family, all because some message board postings angered her.  mhere stuck to her quest too and although she now realized a Sisyphean obstacle held the high ground position, poised to crush her every attempt to drag thatwitch2016 to justice, mhere did not believe in insurmountable obstacles.  Both Top and hotshot82nd had drilled that belief into mhere’s head and long before that mhere’s kind and gentle father had encouraged all of his children to believe that in America anything is possible, if you work hard and play by the rules.  And of course, mhere’s mother also lived by the conviction that people can do anything if they set their minds to it.  mhere believed in justice and someday, somehow she would expose thatwitch2016’s evil to the world.

Years passed and mhere continued to make attempts to expose thatwitch2016.  At times her hope faltered.  Many years later, mhere still spent time every day pondering her quest.  mhere’s children were grown, her marriage had devolved into tatters because of this evil, which mhere euphemistically thought of as “that mess”.  mhere and hothsot82nd no longer talked and mhere didn’t trust anyone.  mhere’s parents had passed away and mhere had undergone many personal challenges, like an array of physical illnesses.  Yet mhere persisted.  She spent a few years posting on a politics chat room, looking at that venue as a means to expose her story.

mhere had formed a plan to expose thatwitch2016 . One might call it a highly optimistic plan at that, especially considering a frumpy, old homemaker came up with it;-)  In her mind, mhere thought of it as her Sun Tzu Deluxe Edition plan.  mhere decided that since she is scared of guns, she’d aim for: “that to subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill.”  mhere had plans to launch a second American “revolution of ideals” without  a single shot being fired.   Hadn’t one of America’s top generals waxed on about “winning the hearts and minds” of some foreigners still living under a tribal system, funded by a narco state?  Well, surely there was more hope for success in America……. if we still have a heart.   Year after year, she kept reassessing her plan, making adjustments, and making small forays to try and break out in the mainstream media.  mhere knew she needed an online platform where she could keep her own “Radio Free America” voice alive.  Over a decade after the attack mhere began posting comments on columns written by one of mhere’s favorite military strategists, thepottsvillepundit, and she found there was enough space for her to write more than a few sentences.  mhere had tried facebook and that didn’t work.  After posting comments on thepottsvillepundits’ column, suddenly his columns disappeared.  mhere kept checking and her comments remained intact on his previously published columns, but then one day mhere noticed all comments had been removed.

mhere believed thatwitch2016 still was tracking her computer, but to mhere that seemed insane in the extreme.   Still mhere believed it was true.  mhere was no quitter, she fought on.  The internet had evolved and blogs had come into vogue.  mhere dipped her toes in the blogging pond by first posting comments on a blog devoted to issues of freedom in America.  That site’s orginator began sending mhere emails of interesting news and politics events  and he urged mhere to start her own blog.    Could mhere’s blog, at long last,  be the force multiplier she had been searching for all these years?

One day hotshot82nd and some of the children came to visit mhere.  hotshot82nd sat down on mhere’s bed and he rubbed her back and quietly begged her to start cooperating with the doctors, so she would get better.  mhere felt so much anger that hotshot82nd wouldn’t listen to her, but mhere blamed herself too.  She always let hotshot82nd be the big deal and she catered to all his whims.  Even when she thought she knew more than he did on a topic, she wouldn’t press the point.  For instance, mhere thought she was pretty good at understanding military strategy, politics, foreign policy, diplomacy and grand strategy, because she had been signing out books from the Army post libraries for almost two decades and devouring them.  hotshot82nd had spent a lot of time away from home training over the years and mhere took care of the children, their home, volunteered a great deal, but after the children went to bed (yes, mhere had a set bedtime in her home), she would spend hours reading about these topics.  She also would read the Army Times from cover to cover.  After she and hotshot82nd had been married a few years, mhere began to think, “I think like a commander and hotshot82nd thinks like a tactician.”, but she didn’t want to say that to him, because he thought she was a helpless female, who was scared of everything, which she was of course….  Now, mhere felt self-recrimination and guilt such as she had never felt before.  She kept silent, but she thought, “I wish I had just walked away from that message board, but I had to have the last word.”

hotshot82nd left mhere’s room for a moment and mhere’s older son quickly whispered to mhere, “Mom, that arrogantass#1 called Dad last night and Dad was crying.  They want to send you to a state mental hospital and lock you up permanently.”  He added, “there’s a hearing tomorrow.”

Desperation gripped mhere, but then she told herself, “think, just think.”  And as she paced the hallway, she thought, “I have to keep fighting!  Don’t give up!”  mhere kept thinking, “I have to get a message out of here and ask for help.”  Slowly a thought formed and mhere pulled out a tablet and she gathered up the facility’s brochure of “a patient’s rights”.

mhere sat down and tried to compose a coherent letter and she penned a plea for help with legal counsel.  mhere addressed the letter to countrystar1017 and then she waited to see the young blond woman who had moved on to the next phase of counseling and was no longer on mhere’s hallway.  mhere saw her outside the nurses’ desk and she called her name.  mhere asked her to please give this letter to countrystar1017.  mhere felt this woman knew she was an honest person, because on that woman’s first night in that nuthouse, she was sitting there shaking and she had bare feet.  She told mhere her feet were cold and mhere went to her room and got a pair of socks for her to wear and mhere had spent several hours listening to the young woman talk about her problems.  And over the next few days mhere and the young woman talked frequently and one afternoon after hotshot82nd left, the young woman said “your husband’s kind of cute!”  mhere had laughed and replied, “yeah, I think so too!”

The “good cop” shrink  took mhere into a private room and he urged her to sign some paper and mhere finally relented and signed the paper.  A while later mhere thought, “What if that was a trick?”  mhere threw another hissy-fit demanding to speak to the director of this facility and when that lady came to speak to mhere, mhere told her she wanted that paper back, because she didn’t understand it and felt like she was being tricked.  mhere also demanded a lawyer.  She told the director, “I think my rights have been violated and I insist on a lawyer.”  mhere also told this lady, “No one even told me there’s going to be a hearing tomorrow!”  The director did return that paper to mhere.

A short while later, a lady lawyer arrived and she took mhere into a private room to talk.  mhere told her lawyer that no one had even told her about this hearing and how she had been locked up for weeks already.  mhere asked her lawyer how that could happen and how long could they hold her against her will.  Her lawyer said she would start checking things out.

The next morning, hotshot82nd arrived and mhere’s mother was with him.  Before they entered the room for the hearing, mhere told hotshot82nd, “you never listen to me, but for once in your life just shut the fuck up and listen to me!”  mhere told him, “don’t say a word in here, I have a lawyer!”

Everyone took their seats around a long table in a private room and a lady judge at the head of the table took charge of the proceedings. arrogantass#1 was seated directly across the table from mhere and he threw mhere a contemptuous glare.  mhere’s hands were shaking.  Right out of the chute,  mhere’s lawyer addressed the issue that mhere hadn’t been informed of her rights or notified about these proceedings.  The judge turned to the attorney for the facility, who didn’t have an answer, but arrogantass#1 started to speak, but the judge cut him off and asked the attorney again if mhere had been advised of her rights.  The judge dismissed the case and told mhere that she was free to go.

mhere was free at last.

The miles crept past and mhere in desperation started talking out loud reciting the directions they turned, in a hopeless effort that someone might hear her, because she still held onto a glimmer of hope that somehow americanrommel would rescue her and just maybe, by a miraculous effort was tracking her whereabouts.  She would say, “we turned left a mile past highway X” and “we are headed north to town Y” (bringing back memories of those crazy roads outside a mid-West post where the highways get named with letters and the interstate rest stops are off the left lane of the interstate (quite disconcerting at first).   mhere was beginning to feel like she was now trapped behind enemy lines, because how could this happen in America?  She was just an ordinary homemaker who ventured onto an online message board and posted her political opinions and here she was being driven off in handcuffs to where, she knew not.

At long last they arrived at a mental health facility in a coastal city, at least that is where mhere thought she was, but she had the most lamentable sense of direction imaginable.  hotshot82nd used their oldest child as the navigator when he had to leave mhere in new places.  When they arrived in a foreign country when mhere’s oldest daughter was only in 1st grade, hotshot82nd had told mhere she needed to get her drivers license immediately, because he needed to go south to train where the Army was changing to a new mechanized idea.  mhere did manage to get her license on the first try, surprisingly considering her first drivers license took mhere three long years to acquire (worthy of a separate story, lol).  hotshot82nd had their family on a waiting list for military quarters, so he had found an apartment for the family in a nearby town.  hotshot82nd loaded mhere and the children into the car and he kept turning around telling mhere’s oldest child, “you’ve got to help Mom, so she doesn’t get lost, just remember to turn here, then go through the next town.”  And so the directions continued and mhere felt panic that she would not be able to find her way to the nearby military installation and then back home.  She got lost just getting off the interstates and getting back on, because she would invariably be headed in the wrong direction.  mhere’s oldest child had an unerring sense of direction that had amazed mhere’s parents when they had visited and her oldest child was but 4 years old – she guided them to a Piggly Wiggly grocery store, making numerous turns in their neighborhood outside a stateside post –  at nighttime, no less.  That girl was so much like hotshot82nd that it amazed mhere – she had a fearless attitude, while poor mhere was always afraid.  hotshot82nd had loved to stand their oldest daughter on the kitchen table when she was only a toddler and he had taught her to run across the kitchen table and leap into the air while he caught her and yelled, “Airborne!”  mhere sure never would have done that as a child, she was always running and hiding – scared of everything.

After being checked into this mental health facility, hotshot82nd left and fear kept mhere in a constant state of near-panic.  No one explained anything to mhere and she was escorted to a room.  A short time later a nurse walked in.   mhere’s mind could not make sense of any of this mess.  The nurse was mrstaroleaf, a former division commander’s wife, whom mhere knew from her volunteer activities.  mhere spoke her name and by the reaction, mhere knew it really was mrstaroleaf.  The immediate thought that followed was, “omg, they left here a couple years ago, why is she here?”  mrstaroleaf left and mhere felt bewildered and very afraid.

Life in an American mental health facility began and all mhere could think is, “no wonder no one ever gets better, because all the staff, to include the shrinks do is “observe” the patients’ behavior – they sit on their butts and watch, with hardly any interaction with the patients, except for the group therapy sessions.  Where mhere really could not believe the chaos was at the dinner table.  The first meal time set the routine that mhere would follow.   Ordinarily, mhere would never have dreamed of making a scene, because she was by nature a little miss goody-two-shoes, but she truly had taken the mindset of being a prisoner behind enemy lines.  The constant thought of how could this happen in America preoccupied her thoughts and more pressingly, the question: WHY? preoccupied mhere’s thinking:  “what if they try to drug me or poision me?”  mhere decided to throw a hissy-fit and just grabbed a random tray from the rack, then she took her meal to the group table and sat down.   Pandemonium reigned at this dinner table as mhere watched this little old lady wander around the table, while other patients yelled at her, accusing her of stealing their belongings.  The staff sat behind their desk – “observing”.  mhere couldn’t allow an elderly old lady to be berated and yelled at so mhere stood up and asked the other patients what was going on.  Another patient told mhere that the old lady keeps going into everyone’s rooms stealing their belongings.  mhere guided the little old lady to an empty chair and helped her get seated.  Then she told the lady who had been shouting, “We’re at the dinner table and everyone is going to be polite!”  The angry patients told mhere about the old lady stealing their stuff and mhere told them, “I will talk to the little old lady and find out why she’s doing that, but for now we’re eating and we can all get along at the table!”  mhere assisted the little old lady with her meal.

After that first meal, mhere observed more commotion with the little old lady, who wandered up and down the hallway, entering other patient’s rooms and picking up odd items, as she went.  A patient started screaming at the old lady, accusing her of stealing her comb.  Finally, a nurse got up and took the comb from the old lady and told her to stop taking other people’s stuff.  The old lady continued to wander aimlessly.  mhere walked up to the old lady and started talking to her and immediately it became obvious to mhere that this little old lady had a good degree of dementia.  The little old lady told mhere, “I can’t find my room?”  mhere gently took her by the arm and told her, “I’ll help you find your room.”  mhere asked another patient as to which room the little old lady belonged in and mhere noticed that none of the rooms had numbers or any other distinguishing features.  After settling the little old lady in her room, mhere went to the nurses’ desk and told them that it appeared that the little old lady has dementia and how it would help if they put a colored piece of paper or something on her door to help her find her room.  The nurses told mhere that the little old lady is always taking other people’s stuff.  mhere told them, “she seems to have dementia and is lost.”

mhere made it part of her daily routine to look after the little old lady, who began to hunt for mhere when she needed anything and mhere took her to her room and helped her find the things she was looking for.  And as usual, mhere began listening to almost every patient. They came to talk to mhere and tell her about their problems.  One young woman was placed in mhere’s room and she sobbed non-stop.  mhere sat down next to her bed and started talking to her.  Gradually, the girl calmed down a little and mhere pieced together this young woman’s story.  She had been raped and she was the child of a soldier, which made this kind of personal to mhere, because she made helping soldiers’ families a lifelong commitment.  mhere went to the nurses desk to talk to them about the young woman.  Another patient was an Air Force wife and mhere talked to her many hours.  That kind lady crocheted two red and green potholders for mhere.

Mealtimes quickly fell into order.  mhere would pick a random tray and then sit down.  mhere told anyone who tried to make a commotion, “this is the dinner table and we are going to be polite here!”  She reminded one huffy lady who got rude, “We say, “please pass the salt!”  And the lady backed down and began saying, “please”.  As days passed, all the patients started coming to mhere with their problems and mhere listened, which was her life story.

One evening a tiny blond young woman arrived and mhere started talking to her.  This young woman reminded mhere of her favorite country singer, countrystar1017, to the point that they could have been twins.  As they chatted mhere listened to the woman’s problems, but she had to ask her if she was related to countrystar1017, because the resemblance was uncanny.  The young woman sort of squirmed when mhere asked her and then she said, “No, but I have been to Garth Brooks house.”  mhere felt this young woman was lying and she thought, “I think she is related to countrystar1017.”

The days turned into weeks and mhere followed the same routine, listening to patients, mealtimes, occasional visits with two different shrinks, one the good cop, the other the bad cop, arrogantass#1, who talked down to mhere constantly.  hotshot82nd and the children visited mhere daily.  mhere’s sister left shortly after mhere was locked up, because when she had come to visit mhere in this nuthouse, mhere screamed at her asking her, “how could you betray me too!  I told you I was attacked!”  And mhere told her she didn’t want to talk to her ever again.  mhere followed the rules (as usual) and she could even step outside on the patio to savor a few minutes of fresh air each day.

This nuthouse set-up consisted of a main common room, with sofas, TV,  and a long table, where they were served meals and a long hallway with their two-person rooms.  A nurses’ desk, centrally-located, separated the male ward from the female ward.  The progression was after a day or two, each female patient, moved out of this ward and into the next level of counseling, except for mhere.  mhere stayed stuck on the beginning phase, (as if she cared – she kept thinking, “how can I escape?”)  There was a pay phone down the hallway and mhere called her mother several times and tried to explain what had happened to her, but her mother refused to believe mhere when she told her mother, “I am in danger, because of some stuff I wrote on a politics message board online.”  mhere kept telling her mother, “Mom, I know you don’t believe me, but don’t you think it’s strange that they are holding me in this place, involuntarily for weeks?”  And mhere kept telling her mother, “I keep asking them how long am I going to stay here?” and “when can I be discharged? and no one can answer that”.

One day as mhere stood near the nurses desk, she spied an older man sitting in the men’s common area and stark terror filled her, followed by a crushing feeling of betrayal.  mhere kept watching that man and she knew, that’s my old first sergeant and he’s the first person I told americanrommel, who could vouch for me.  mhere knew he would never betray any of his troops, but somehow, the lies he was fed had him believing mhere had turned on her country or some such bullshit.  Hadn’t thatwitch2016 gone on TV and blamed the “vast, right-wing conspiracy” of trying to destroy presidentmendacity.  mhere felt hysteria grip her and she screamed, “Top, not you too!”  She kept screaming at him and two large male staff came around the nurses desk and they tackled mhere and pushed her on the floor.  mhere was wearing a blue jumper and they pushed her jumper up, yanked down her panties and injected her with something.  Anger, fear, desperation, so many emotions filled mhere at that moment, but the overriding one was a burning anger, such as she had never felt before.  She began pacing up and down the long hallway for hours on end, tapping her foot on the infantry-blue line by her doorway  that ran along the side of the hallway.  And each time she tapped her foot on that infantry-blue line, mhere made a vow that no matter how long it takes, no matter what she had to do -someday I am going to drag thatwitch2016 to justice!!!  Top would never betray one of his troops and mhere vowed, some way, somehow  someone is going to pay for dragging him into some petty, vile shit like this – all over some postings on a politics message board.  mhere always followed the rules, in fact, she had never even gotten a speeding ticket in her life.

And mhere believed in the Constitution of the United States!!!

mhere tried to talk to hotshot82nd and explain that she was being attacked and in danger.  She hesitantly told him about the politics message board.  hotshot82nd impatiently dismissed mhere’s concerns and he told her, “No one would give a fuck about anything you have to say!”  mhere felt like crying and she walked away, her thoughts churning with how on earth she could explain a threat to him that he couldn’t see and on top of that mhere knew from previous experience that hotshot82nd thought in terms of mission and he trusted americanrommel, afterall they had gone to war together and hotshot82nd had talked about some conversations he had with americanrommel as they raced across one foreign country in a war that set new records for desert warfare.  And on top of that, mhere knew something that hotshot82nd didn’t, because hotshot82nd didn’t pay attention to a bunch of “wives’ stuff”.

During that long ago war, mhere lived in a far off country and this was something new for the Army to try – leaving Army families in one foreign country and deploying their soldiers from there to another foreign country.  mhere stayed behind and encountered many difficulties with the queenoftherock and her sidekick, cluelesscptwife, as they set off to show the world the premiere standard in family support services, which included a one-stop shop for all Army wives to receive help during the war.  The Army dubbed this new facility a Family Asssistance Center (FAC).  The queenoftherock, even managed getting national media to showcase her great works in supporting Army families.

Throughout this war, mhere kept telling hotshot82nd about the problems she was encountering with the queenoftherock and cluelesscptwife.  hotshot82nd had become a first sergeant before this war, so this was his first company as being, Top and his company commander, cptsilverstar, didn’t have a wife, so mhere took charge of the family support group for their company.  mhere had talked to cptsilverstar many times when she stopped by the company with her children to see hotshot82nd or drop off food for his soldiers.  mhere loved to cook and bake for hotshot82nd’s troops and she liked to meet as many of them as possible.  Before this war the queenoftherock organized many meetings where mhere and other wives sat and listened to her tell them about all the grand support she was setting up and americanrommel attended many of these meetings too.  americanrommel  introduced the rear detachment commander and others like, cluelesscptwife, who would be the director of the FAC, at one meeting that mhere attended.  hotshot82nd didn’t have time for a bunch of wives stuff, because he knew mhere loved doing that, she had even started writing her own monthly company newsletter with their brand new word processor machine that they bought at the PX, which allowed mhere to save information on disks.  mhere loved writing and any information their battalion commander’s wife, petitesouthernbelle, gave mhere, she gladly included in her newsletter.

One day, cptsilverstar called mhere and he huffily asked mhere what information she had given a wife, who had gotten misinformation and was telling other wives this.  mhere told cptsilverstar that she had been writing a company newsletter for months and how she used information from petitesouthernbelle, who diligently passed on information and also from a brigade newsletter that she helped edit every month for a man, who thought a monthly newsletter from his office would be helpful for families.  He had talked to mhere long ago and she liked his idea and offered to come help him edit it one Sunday a month.   He would call mhere when he had his newsletter ready and she would meet him at his office and they would spend a couple hours fixing up his monthly newsletter.  mhere assured cptsilverstar that she understood how important accurate information is and that she had worked in public affairs long ago.  cptsilverstar told mhere she needed to clear all information through him, because that is the chain.  mhere knew the first sergeant’s wife before her had sent out newsletters occasionally too, because she was mhere’s neighbor and she had shared with mhere what all she did for the families in the company and also shared information on some families with extra problems, so mhere would know how to help.  mhere told cptsilverstar about her neighbor filling her in and how she did a newsletter, but cptsilverstar told mhere she needed to clear it through him.

After the men deployed, bad things began to happen dealing with the queenoftherock and cluelesscptwife.  One day, cluelesscptwife called mhere and told her she needed to activate her chain of concern, which was the phone roster for the wives in hotshot82nd’s company and tell them there was a bomb threat at the PX.  mhere immediately told cluelesscptwife that the Army has rules on the release of information and it would be a very bad idea to release this information where wife A calls wife B, who calls wife C.  mhere told cluelesscptwife that she wasn’t going to do that.  cluelesscptwife angrily told mhere, “then I am going to have to tell the queenoftherock!”  mhere told her to go right ahead, but she was not going to activate the chain of concern and pass out information on a bomb threat through a wives phone roster (not in this lifetime anyways, lol).  Then the queenoftherock told mhere that she would have to tell americanrommel that she wasn’t cooperating.  mhere tried to explain to the queenoftherock the necessity of maintaining control of bomb threat information, but alas, the queenoftherock was the expert on everything.  And in typical catty bitch fashion, the queenoftherock told mhere that petitesouthernbelle wasn’t doing her job.

mhere decided she had better call the rear detachment commander, whom americanrommel had introduced at one his many pre-deployment briefings.  When mhere called ltc-ohmycan’tdecide, he angrily told mhere that he wasn’t the rear detachment commander and she was mistaken.  mhere started getting scared, thinking, “oh my God, this is who americanrommel left in charge to keep us safe!”   mhere persisted and she said, “but Sir, americanrommel introduced you as the rear detachment commander.”  He huffily told mhere, “you’re mistaken, that is majpassedbuck.”  mhere called majpassedbuck, who listened to mhere’s concerns and told her he agreed, but the queenoftherock does lots of things her way.  Later that day, mhere called petitesouthernbelle, who burst into laughter and said, “mhere isn’t that the most ridculous thing you have ever heard of?”   mhere chuckled and agreed.  petitesouthernbelle told mhere, “our battalion isn’t doing that!”  mhere felt relief that petitesouthernbelle knew how to take charge and make a decision better than ltc-ohmycan’tdecide.

Now, mhere remembered all these catty battles of the past and she felt desperate, because hotshot82nd never wanted to hear about catty wives bickering, after all that’s petty, little stuff, right?

mhere fared no better trying to talk to her littlesister, who flew down to check on mhere, because mhere  sounded so panicked.  mhere tried to tell her littlesister about being attacked and about the message board, but her littlesister cut her off and said, “That’s not possible!”

mhere felt bewildered and so desperate and she was struggling to speak, because she kept stuttering.  One morning mhere showered and dressed and walked into her computer room when the doorbell rang.  A sheriff’s deputy entered mhere’s house and he told mhere he had a court order to pick her up.  Stark terror raced through mhere’s heart and she asked the deputy to see the papers.  He waved the papers above her head, then he pushed mhere on the floor and handcuffed her.  hotshot82nd and her littlesister stood nearby watching and mhere began screaming, but no one would listen to her.  mhere was shoved into the backseat of a police car, that was backed up across her front lawn and the sherriff’s deputy and hotshot82nd sat in the front seat and no matter what mhere tried to tell hotshot82nd about being attacked, he would not listen to her.  mhere didn’t have a clue where they were headed and she feared that americanrommel meant to kill her.

They stopped at the sheriff’s deputy’s office and mhere was locked inside a glass enclosure and she paced the floor nervously for a long, long time.  Besides being terrified, mhere was fighting mad – in fact, she could not remember ever being so angry.  Pacing, pacing, pacing, and finally hotshot82nd returned with the sheriff’s deputy and mhere was taken outside and shoved into the sheriff’s deputy’s car again.  She still didn’t know where she was headed and hotshot82nd refused to listen to her pleading with him.