Jackie asked me to write my story in one email..........i split it up into 2, she asked but never responded what she thought, wasted my time...........as well as i have with everyone else.....
Bere said she was from Tuscon, also in Arizona, when i met her was probably 1993, the year i left the service, i met 3 other Mexican women and saw the same at Yuma, Mcas, spies..there was an airshow, the Navy blue angels, the base was open to the public to see the air show, trick jet planes, like the Thunderbirds, met the full colonel in charge, several weeks ago, cool dude a top enlisted woman, two of them, signed the packet the air force gave me, Andrews air base, near here, Prince George county
.We met in San Luis, rio colorado, where the Colorado river extends into Mexico, in the state of Sonora, Baja California is not far, just slightly west, same river that made the Gran Canyon, and is dammed at Las Vegas, Nevada...Israel Abel Sierra, Diego Ovalle of Texas, Uvalde, Mexican spies......we crossed the border to go to a dance club physically very close to the international border, i told the bonehead of Sierra, as we enlisted always called each other by our last names, not to park so far from the club, in the dark, away from the street lights, San Luis is small, most roads are not paved, save for the main thoroughfares, he did it anyways, saying im am a white american, that he is Mexican he knew his country..........look how far that got him.
So we went dancing at the club, after we left we noticed the theft.............the idiot made it worse b/c of his anger he sat down and slammed his fist into the front windshield, the 4 women walked out there with us and saw the whole thing.......at the time, i do not know now, drinking age was 18 in the country of Mexico.....
I saw Abel Israel Sierra, Cynthia and her mother Carol Mendoza later on, in Los Angeles, Ca, we drove to Las Vegas, Nevada, 1998, after i graduated college, JMU. Me, Carol Mendoza, drove to Las Vegas, Nevada, saw the Hover dam, where the Colorado is dammed, one weekend, another weekend Israel visited his God son, brother of his once fiance when we were stationed in Yuma, Mcas, a local Mexican American, Patty......who had a friend who worked in a local, Yuma, AZ video store, forgot her name..the young man still lived in Yuma, AZ, we all went to Patty's house, me Diego, Sierra, Brown, a black man from Buffalo, NY....in 1993 or so when we lived there......to see Israel's fiance, Patty, b/c he was going to get married, fell through, he eventually married Carol..............the younger brother of Patty had a car with a Bob Marley sticker, Brown who was an artist, drew comic book figures, did stunts on a bike, mechanical bike, he was rather good, we all worked at the base communication center. Me, Brown, a Sgt , a Mormon, Brighum, white american marine, played spades on watch, or chess
That night, Diego and Abel were too stupid to listen to me and left their black, leather jackets in Israel's green toyota, with rims, typical Mexican, So Cali thing, Sierra was from Chula vista, Ca...........south of San Diego...the night in 1993...........i had to lend him the money, b/c he was reckless with his finances, and they made fun of me b/c i was always at the library, so they knew i had money, b/c i rarely ever went out...
Some one broke into his truck, stole their jackets and the radio, Israel in rage punched the front windshield, Mexicans talk shit about whites but who did the asshole go to to borrow the money to repair his truck?? Me, we worked in the base comm center together, 1991 - 1993..........it was the same Bere that us Marines met, 1 white man, me and the two other Marines, both Mexican American...4 Mexican women........spies.......base comm center, we all had top secret clearance, they were stealing info, and going across the border, God told me.....some friends, Israel Abel, introduced me to his sisters, Griselda, forgot the name of the older one, and his dad and mother, stayed at their house in chula vista...i met the family again in 1998, b/c i flew out to LA, they had moved to Las Vegas, we went gambling on the Vegas strip.......his mother was always asking me stuff, the dad was either shy, or just quiet, he hardly talked to me, thought i saw the older sister here, with a black man...
from jackie's email, truncated...
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