Brotherly relations

I wish that I could say that my brother and I had some sort of decent relationship. But we didn’t.

That’s how we were raised.

Scott was always told that I allowed the babysitter to molest him.

I was always told that I was responsible for Scott’s misbehaviours as I had allowed the babysitter to molest him.

And of course there was Richard, not taking responsibility for anyone or anything as long as he had a scapegoat to blame things on.

His usual scapegoats were myself, my grandmother, and my mother.

It’s no surprise that these are the three people Scott hated until the day he died.

And let’s not kid anyone, Scott may have been slowly coming around to the fact that I wasn’t the bad guy. But that only happened because Richard died and because the Canadian Armed Forces finally released the CFSIU investigation paperwork and the courts martial transcripts. If those three events hadn’t occurred Scott would never have shown any change in his ideas about me.

And let’s not kid ourselves, Scott’s hatred of me could be intense at times.

When Scott wasn’t around Richard we could talk, but as soon as Richard got hold of Scott, Richard would download his version of reality into Scott’s brain.

How quickly could Richard flip Scott?

So fucking fast that it would make your distant ancestors dizzy.

Scott and I had been friends on Facebook since the spring of 2013 when I tracked him down to talk to him about his 2011 statement to the CFNIS.

Over the summer of 2013 I went up to Edmonton and hung out with Scott for a week.

Scott at that point in time said that he hadn’t talked to Richard or Sue since back in 2008 when Richard and Sue tried to pester Scott into attending Eric Kolsteren’s funeral after Eric had committed suicide.

As Scott and I were friends on Facebook I’d get alerted to any post that he made, so of course I was notified of this. According to Scott at a much later date, Sue had tracked Scott down because apparently Richard was freaking the fuck out about my Federal Court hearing and Richard wanted Scott to “remember” how things had “really” been after CFB Namao.

On October 3rd, 2013 I was heading into Federal Court for my hearing for Judicial Review when my Facebook page started blowing up fast with bizarre accusations from Scott.

Because I blocked him on Facebook he resorted to contacting me via text messages.

The vitriol that Richard had pumped into Scott skull must have done the trick as this was the final text message between Scott and I until 2021.

P. was our babysitter from CFB Namao.

And some of his posts between 2013 and 2021 were just as off the wall as this.

Things didn’t get any better until 2020 in the aftermath of David Pugliese’s columns about how the Canadian Armed Forces were moving mountains to keep Captain McRae’s secrets hidden.

And then once David ran the above column Scott reached out and contacted me.

We met and went for breakfast.

He was in town for a couple of days.

And that was the last time I ever saw him in person.

I’m fucking happy that Richard was dead and long gone otherwise I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that Richard would have pumped Scott’s head full of complete bullshit.

I really do wish that Richard had been alive for the release of the CFSIU paperwork and the Courts Martial transcripts. I would have loved to see the fucking worm wriggle and writhe as he tried to explain just what the fuck went on back in 1978 to 1980.

But yeah, this is the environment that my brother and I grew up in.

An environment where orders trumped truth.

An environment where secrets needed to be kept no matter the cost.

The environment that Scott and I grew up in existed on each and every Canadian Armed Forces base across the country.

Each base was staffed with regular force, reserves, and civilians that were all hired by the same two employers. The Department of National Defence and the Canadian Armed Forces.

The DND and the CAF were the gatekeepers for each Defence Establishment.

The DND and the CAF were responsible for the justice system that administered justice on each and every Defence Establishment.

My father wouldn’t have denied the truth about what happened on Canadian Forces Base Namao without those above him assuring him that the truth would never come out. That’s why Richard had no problem in 2011 writing our grandmother out of existence during his interview with the CFNIS. He never would have imagined that I would have discovered my social services paperwork. In 2013 I gave him sections of my social service paperwork to assist him with writing his replies to my written examination that I sent to him. This must have blown his fucking mind. And it would have scared the shit out of him. The Canadian Forces promised him in 1980 that if he played along that he’d be looked after.

When I confronted him with my social service paperwork, he must have panicked. He had Sue track Scott down so that he could pump his lies and bullshit into Scott’s head.

And Scott, not knowing any better, went along with what Richard had been saying all along. Bobbie was responsible for what happened on CFB Namao, he’s a homosexual, he wanted the babysitter to have sex with you, that’s why the babysitter was never arrested, the 15 year old babysitter was a victim of 8 year old Bobbie.

And Scott let Richard’s poison into his brain, because after all, Richard wouldn’t lie, right? Shit like this doesn’t happen on military bases, right?

No doubt that between October of 2013 and January of 2017, Richard was sticking to his guns that nothing happened on CFB Namao, that Bobbie was just doing this to get out of his responsibility for being a homosexual that allowed the babysitter to have sex with you.

Then Richard died in January of 2017.

Then came the existence of CFSIU DS-120-10-80.

Then came the existence of Courts Martial transcripts CM62

Then came my fight with DND and the CAF over those records.

Then came the release of information in October of 2020 that confirmed once and for all that the CAF and the DND knew full well fucking well what had happened on CFB Namao from 1978 to 1980.

I don’t think that Scott and I could ever patch things up.

Scott and I were victims of the desire of the Canadian Armed Forces to keep the Captain Father Angus McRae child sexual abuse scandal under wraps which was facilitated by their spineless little minions like Colonel Daniel Edward Munro, Captain Terry Totzke, and Master Corporal Richard Wayne Gill.