“SHOUT: Sharing Our Truth: An Anthology of Writings by LGBT Veterans and Family Members of the U.S. Military Services”Posted: April 9, 2016
MAMF Special Projects Writer Caroline LeBlanc is seeking stories for:
“SHOUT: Sharing Our Truth: An Anthology of Writings by LGBT Veterans and Family Members of the U.S. Military Services”
This anthology seeks first-hand experiences—good, bad, and in between—as an LGBT veteran or family member, during and/or after military service. Our goal is to create a book that will allow you to tell parts of your story that will also be helpful for others to read—others who live or want to understand the LGBT veteran experience. The last chapter of the book will list resources available to LGBT veterans.
Do not submit any materials previously published in print or online. Identifying information should be included in the body of the email only.
What Genres to Submit:
Fiction: up to 1200 words.
Non-Fiction (memoir, essays, and other non-fiction): up to 1200 words
Poetry: up to 40 lines.
Reviews: up to 1200 words about a movie, book, music, etc. that you think are important for others to know about.
Resources: submit information on resources you have found particularly helpful. (Name, webpage, telephone number, and services)
You may submit up to 2 pieces in each genre. Each piece must be attached in a separate file. All pieces in a given category must be submitted in the same email. Pieces in separate categories must be submitted in separate emails.
Submissions are accepted between March 20 and June 20, 2016. For more information or for guidelines on how to submit, please visit:
Attention New Mexicans, who are serving in the military, are military veterans, are members of a military family, and would like to write about your experience in that capacity…
Paul Zolbrod, Writer-in-Residence for the Albuquerque-based Museum of the American Military Family is seeking stories for its anthology “From the Front Line to the Home Front: New Mexicans Reflect on War.”
This anthology will include first-hand stories from all perspectives—service members, family members and friends who share their perspectives and experiences. Submissions can be about the recent Middle East campaigns, Vietnam, the Korean War era or World War II—and everything in between. All branches and ranks of the military should be represented.
How you can contribute:
Your story can be as long or as short as you choose. Just make it heartfelt, honest and interesting. We are looking for stories of trial and triumph and loss, stories that demonstrate the warmth and humor of military family life along with its inevitable tensions, offbeat stories that illustrate the variety that accompanies military life in war times–in other words– anything you want to tell of.
You don’t have to consider yourself an accomplished writer to participate. We will provide editorial services to sharpen your contribution.
The book will be arranged by stories of:
- Legacy & Aftermath
For more information or to submit a story, please e-mail Writer-in-Residence Paul Zolbrod at firstname.lastname@example.org.
The deadline for submissions is April 30, 2016. Tentative publication date is scheduled for the fall. All stories become part of the Museum of the American Military Family Special Collection Library.
Hello there relatives. How is every thing on the court?
Things are pretty quieted over here now that the winter has set in with its great weather (ha). We are on river guard this week and it is a wee bit cold out there.
Well how was your Holidays happy and merry I hope. We all enjoyed your gifts, I kept them under the tree I ran across and opened them X-mas eve. Let’s see, it’s kind of hard to write a letter that is or would be interesting sence (sic) the Army and Korea is not very interesting. I’ll tell you what, sence (sic) I am getting short (100 days). I’ll keep my letters short and see you both in a very short time.
I just want to thank you for your Christmas gift and thought and let you both know that I really enjoy them and sure the men did also.
Thanks a million
Your little old gardner
Air Force Lt. Col. Rex H. George was a Plans and Policy Officer for the United Nations Joint Command Headquarters in Seoul, Korea in 1968. He reported to four-star General Charles H. Bonesteel, III, commander of U.S. and United Nations forces in Korea. The thirteen months Rex was in Korea were volatile times. 1968 brought the Tet Offensive in Vietnam, an attempted raid by North Korea on South Korean President Park’s “Blue House” residence, and North Korea’s capture of the USS Pueblo two days later.
Rex’s housemate in Korea was an Armenian officer. Between the two of them, they scrounged furniture, appliances and everything they needed to make their assigned house more like home. Rex later bragged, “Our house was the best house in the whole area.” They paid a civil engineer for his kindness by serving him dinner Rex had prepared. “He couldn’t get enough of my rolls,” Rex reported. “They were just those Pillsbury Parker House ones. I even baked a cake!”
Rex’s year-long separation from his wife Bettie (living by herself in Alexandria, VA) was rewarded with a coveted 3-year tour of duty in Wiesbaden, Germany, as he reports in a letter to his mother on September 8, 1968.
I guess I’m doomed to forever stay in the dog-house. I haven’t written since 18 August.
The weather here in Korea has been just beautiful except for a couple of days of the hardest and steadiest rain you ever saw. Mom, you’ve never seen it rain as hard since the 1937 flood [of the Ohio River], nor as long. This river went over the banks. The shanty towns on the hillsides slid off on a great mud slide. In one night there were over 30 people lost in the wreckage of their homes.
Well, Chris and Jenny are both back in school [after having the summer off] and Bettie is alone again. I think she rather enjoys her private apartment. I think I’ll be able to get into her club again, tho. We’re both getting awfully tired of this letter writing thing. It’s good, but a poor substitute for face to face contact.
Just noticed in your letter a question about how long I’d be in Germany. It’s a 3 year tour. So I’ll come home from there and retire in a couple months.
Goodnight, Mom. God bless and keep you. We’ll see you soon.
All my love and kisses and some to Judy, too. [Mom’s dog],
Submitted by Candace George Thompson, author Still Having Fun: A Portrait of the Military Marriage of Rex and Bettie George, 1941-2007
Changing planes here on route to Venice to Pisa. The visit to Livorno (Pisa) school went very well—the teachers even let me play with their basketball team! Ran into a few supply problems, but, as anticipated, nothing serious. Fuel costs in Italy are fantastic. Can you imagine $1.85 for a gallon of regular gas? Too bad school busses don’t run on wine.
28 July 1967
Didn’t write last night because there was a show at the club. An A-Go-Go show, a band (real good) and three girl dancers ( also real good.) Had a real good time. Spent about $2 on beer and drinks.
Had labor guard yesterday. I had to put on my pistol belt, with the pistol and go out to where the gooks make sandbags for us. Just sat there all day and watched them. Little girls 13 years old carrying 5 sandbags on their shoulders to the trucks. ( Each sandbag weighs about 35 lbs.) They get 1 cent per sandbag. I got tired just watching them. Makes me realize that by my being over here someone like Ellen won’t have to do that sort of stuff.
Had detail today. ( I think they’re going to change my M.O.S. to ditch digger.) All I did today was dig ditches and take the dirt.
Our section is moving into the old supply building. Am gonna be busy the next couple days building shelves and the such and moving equipment. Will be real nice once we move. The building we’re working in now is about to fall down. In order to tear it down I think they’re just going to hook up a deuce and a half to one end and pull it down. It’s made out of old howitzer boxes.
Just got done watching a movie titled “ I AM a Soldier.” It’s about the 1st Cav. I saw it on T.V. back in the States. Think Dad watched it with me. Real good flick. It seemed to mean more now that I’m here and part of the 1st Cav. Like I said, “ The best unit in the Army.”
There has been talk of the 1st Cav. moving to somewhere near Da Nang but the talk has been going on for a year or so and they have so much to move. Don’t think it will happen while I’m here.
How’s the war doing? They ought to send the 1st Cav to Detroit. We’d wipe it off the map. Am surprised the 101st hasn’t done much. If the 1st Cav. ever got there, well, I hate to think what would be left..Am anxious to see what the 68 cars will look like. Probably be armor plated with M-60 machine guns mounted on each fender.
To show you how messed up the mail system is: Yesterday I got 2 letters. One from Ellen and one from Roger and Ralph. Both postmarked the 15th . The day before I got letters postmarked the 19th and 20th. Really messed up.
Got Mom’s letter today. Am glad to hear the business is going O.K.. Knew it would. Gonna have to buy gas money for Dad’s car. (Got a letter from Brad Cane today and he says it’s the ugliest car he’s seen in his life.) He also said everyone is going to miss the old “Rambler.” We should have had it bronzed or something. What did happen to it! Wish I could have it here. As I’ve said, I’ve been doing a lot of driving here. The jeeps rear end has been in pretty bad shape. We finally decided to dead line it. ( Turn it in to the motor pool to fix it.) Well when we went to get it back they asked if we were personal friends of God. Seems the whole rear end was literally broken away from the chassis and the shock absorbers were disconnected. Everything is O.K. now and I’m back to dragging all the other jeeps. The roads here are just plain old dirt with oil poured on them every once in a while. It makes for a pretty hard surface. When it rains though, they get slippery as all heck. I mean it’s one continual skidding action. Really treacherous! Can’t go no more then 10 MPH and have to use 4 wheel drive.
Not much else to say for now. Gonna get some sleep. Last night was a big night. Will keep in touch. Say hello to everyone for me and take care.
Love to all
Letter from his book, Dear Gang.
This letter is from Gary Vogt’s Book Dear Gang: Letters Home from a Combat Photographer
Have a few seconds before formation. Have no idea when I’ll be leaving here. Things are warm (no trouble getting a tan, ha!) but o.k. not bad at all
The trip over was very nice. We flew on Braniff airlines. Get this, because of the time difference we flew for 24 hr. and it was daylight all the way. We also lost a day. At about noon Frisco time we went to the next day. There is a 13 hr difference between me and you on the east coast. When I leave here I’ll arrive in Frisco the day before I left. Really weird the time difference and all.
There’s a radio station and every other song is a current American hit. The others are hits but they are in Vietnamese, so is all the talking.
It’s the monsoon season here and it rains most of the time. When it stops the sun is so hot that it dries up in an hour. Mostly clay here. Get’s awfully quecky.
Haven’t gotten paid yet. Will straighten that out when I get to my unit. Am enclosing a piece of the kind of military money we get paid in. Can’t have green-backs here. This isn’t Vietnamese money.
Atmosphere here is friendly. Everyone in the same boat so why fight it?
The barracks are permanent structures and well ventilated. We sleep in our civvies on a sheet. Nothing over us. Too hot. There’s an EM Club where we can go for a beer and pizza and junk. The showers are open 24 hr. a day so there’s not much problem here. No lights in the barracks, one of the problems. Gonna buy a flashlight.
The ride from the airport to Bien Hou to here gave me a small look at the people and the villages. It’s really a completely different way of life. Suppose I’ll see a lot more things I never saw and learn a lot more things. I think the year here will be very educational and rewarding in ways. Am sure it will help me grow up an discover a little of the world and myself.
Had a real good time when I went to Frisco. The extra money came in handy. It’s really a fabulous town. Trolley cars, Chinatown, hills and all.
Watch the magazines for a picture of a bunch of GI’s hanging out of a bus. When a bunch of us went to Frisco to give blood for the GI’s coming back from Vietnam, we were parked in front of the building waving at cars and all and some guys stopped and took a bunch of photos of us. They were pretty good photos and a number of good captions could be used with them. Read the rest of this entry »