Just months before OSI called me in, I’d gotten word that David had died at Leavenworth Federal Prison. But we all found out that he’d been court-martialed and sentenced to prison. A very private man who’d kept to himself, he wasn’t part of The Group. Do you understand?”Ī shipmate in Vietnam, David Monarch, had been arrested for being gay and removed from the ship. “You will report back here to my office at 0900 tomorrow. The OSI man said he wanted names and ranks of other homos I knew, and that I was going to have to submit to more detailed questioning by other agents. My passion for saving the lives of my fellow servicemen counted for less. My year of service in a war zone counted for nothing. My military career ended even as I was coming to the very end of my enlistment. I’d been turned in by a man called Anonymous. It was my secret, and it’d been found out. He said allegations had been made against me. Finally, a man dressed in civilian clothes came in and introduced himself as a special agent of the OSI. I sat in a small room, where I waited for what seemed like hours. I was summoned by the commanding officer of the Marines, who directed me to report to OSI, the Office of Special Investigation. Then in mid-December 1969, back stateside and stationed at the Quantico Marine Corp Base, the bottom fell out. A family called The Group to share a life with. I hated the war, but suddenly because of the Navy, I had a place where I belonged. The last time I saw my father, he said, “I know what you are. He left, at my mother’s insistence, abandoning her to raise three children by herself. My mother tried to protect me, but one day my father nearly killed me by beating me with a pipe. I was born in a field on a farm in California’s Salinas Valley, and my father beat me from the time I was 7 years old. We were in a war zone, and as long as we did our jobs, what the hell? I know some of our officers knew about us. We were noticed, and maybe recognized as gay, but no one bothered us. We added more members who also loved the name-ultimately seven in all-and so we called ourselves “The Group.” Matt introduced me to a buddy of his, Joe, and together we bonded like the girls of The Group, and for the same reasons. The story of the friendship of a group of Vassar College women who deal together with discrimination, jobs, and men, The Group also had a secret lesbian character who gave us an idea.
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His name was Matt, and we laughed when we found we both loved the movie The Group, based on the 1963 novel of the same name by Mary McCarthy. The first gay man I met was at the aid station located in Dong Ha near the DMZ. I’d hoped to avoid ground combat by enlisting in the Navy, but within nine months of joining, I found myself in Vietnam.ĭuring those long 13 months at war, the one good thing was the circle of friends I made, first as a hospital corpsman in an aid station in the jungle, and then onboard the hospital ship Repose. Four years in the Navy felt like my only option. My family was poor, and I was failing out of high school.