Daily Prompt 2062

Daily writing prompt
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

I really wish that I had learnt earlier in life that the Canadian Armed Forces were nothing to look up to.

As a child growing up in a military family living on military bases you get exposed to the military in a way that civilians aren’t exposed to.

I’ve flown in a Sea King.

I’ve flown in a Chinook more than a few times.

I’ve flown in a Hercules at least once.

These flights were typically on “family days” on base, but with the Chinooks it was when I was at the squadron I could go on test flights if I promised to keep my mouth shut and just sit there.

And when the Canadian Forces used to operate passenger planes for transferring personnel, I flew in one of these from Canadian Forces Base Shearwater to Canadian Forces Base Namao.

I don’t remember going to the squadron on CFB Shearwater or on CFB Summerside, but I was a frequent visitor to 447 Sqn on CFB Namao in the days prior to the Captain McRae fiasco. I knew how to turn on the DC breakers to get power to the cockpit radio and I knew how to select the AM band and tune in the local radio station and kill time in the cockpit while my father was busy doing who the hell knows what. Yeah, I knew how to tune into the base tower or the local civilian towers, but this wasn’t as much fun as the radio.

I followed a mechanic up on top of a Chinook once. The rotors were off the helicopter and he was doing something with the swash plate assemblies. This was prior to us moving off CFB Namao in September of 1980 so I would have been around 8. I was out of my father’s hair so he didn’t give a shit so long as I didn’t fall off and create paperwork.

This was the best I could get Chat to do. The first time I asked Chat to make an image like this it created a Chinook that looked like a giant R/C model with the mechanic standing beside it and the boy sitting on top. The next image chat created from my prompts had the mechanic and the boy looking at the forward gearbox like it was an engine under the “hood” at the nose.
So, this is as good as it gets.

Sure, my father was a drunk and an asshole, but so were a lot of the other guys. And they all seemed to love hanging out together at the mess. Yeah, my father could get angry and issue beatings, but that was my fault. He wouldn’t hit me or beat me if I didn’t deserve it, right?

And after what I had done on CFB Namao with the babysitter and Captain McRae I really deserved his anger and his fury, right?

For the majority of my life I held the Canadian Armed Forces in high regard.

And of course that didn’t change until May of 2011 when Master Corporal Christian Cyr let the beans out about the whole Captain Father Angus McRae fiasco.

To this day I can’t believe that I was so fucking stupid to believe that the Canadian Armed Forces had any honour.

The more I dug into the whens and whys of the Captain McRae fiasco the more it became crystal clear that the Canadian Armed Forces is an organization that places more concern in its public image and its ability to “wash the laundry in house”.

It cares not about the children living on base.

It cares not about the families living on base.

And it really doesn’t care about the individual members of the Canadian Armed Forces.

It’s a soulless entity that will destroy lives in order to protect its image.

Men like my father?

Just fucking mindless robots that go along with what they’re told because they’re not allowed to think on their own. They’re part of the hive-mind or the Borg. Completely fucking useless automatons that can’t do fuck all unless the chain of command tells them to.

The Canadian Armed Forces will never reward individuality. The Canadian Armed Forces is all about conformity and following orders.

If the Chain of Command tells you that you 8 year old son is a homosexual because he was found being buggered by his 14 year old babysitter, well who the hell are you to question the wisdom of the chain of command?

If a Colonel doesn’t want the public to know that over 25 children were sexually abused for a two-year period on his base, then the public isn’t going to find out. Fuck the victims. Just charge McRae with enough crimes to get him the boot from the military, but don’t charge McRae with the full extent as this will only call your command ability into question and your plan of retiring from the Canadian Armed Forces as a Brigadier General will be at risk.

And don’t forget, in 2011 the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service knew the whole sordid affair from CFB Namao as they had the CFSIU DS 120-10-80 investigation paperwork as well as the Courts Martial transcripts for CM62 in their possession. They knew the full fucking truth. But they still insisted on running a dog’n’pony show investigation because there was no way that the Canadian Armed Forces was ever going to willingly suffer the public humiliation of having the Canadian public discover that the military had historically hidden child sexual abuse that occurred on the bases in Canada and that the problem was quite extensive.

And that’s the lesson that I wished I had learnt earlier in life.

Maybe not too young, but at least by my early 20s.

The truly and honestly out of touch media.

As my options to have the topic of child sexual abuse which occurred in the Canadian Armed Forces brought into the public realm quickly expire I thought that I would reach out to the Mother Corp. once again.

March 17th, 2027 is only 556 days away as of this writing.

I filed a complaint with the CBC ombud to look at why the CBC is almost exclusively focusing only on the sexual assault of women and has never looked at the sexual assault of children in the Canadian Armed Forces.

What did the ombud reply with?

Here’s what the ombud replied with:

None of the links provided by the CBC ombud have anything to do with victims of child sexual abuse.

Adult men who joined the Canadian Armed Forces and willingly agreed to allow the military to sort matters out in a military manner are not the same as children that resided on the bases and had absolutely no say in how their abuse was dealt with.

In my matter the Canadian Armed Forces investigated Captain McRae for having committed “Acts of homosexuality” with young boys on the base.

In the aftermath of CFB Namao I had been assigned a military social worker. This social worker was a Captain. My father was a Master Corporal at the time.
When a Captain tells the son of a Master Corporal that he’s a homosexual because he had homosexual sex with a boy twice his age, then that son is a homosexual.

Does the CBC honestly believe that my father was going to tell a captain to go piss up a rope?

Nope. Not going to happen.

If my father didn’t like how the military police and the CFSIU handled the matter and didn’t like how Colonel Munro dismissed most of the charges that had been brought against Captain McRae, who the fuck was he going to complain to? You think that he could just go “downtown” and talk to the civilian police?

The military investigated and prosecuted this matter because McRae was a member of the regular forces and McRae committed sexual abuse against children on a Defence Establishment. It doesn’t matter that the abuse occurred in the PMQs or the rectory of the base chapel. ANY property that DND owns or leases is Defence Establishment Property.

How many people were sexually abused as children on Canadian Forces Bases by members of the Canadian Armed Forces?

Who knows?

How many people who were sexually abused as children on the bases in Canada committed suicide and just had their deaths listed as “suicide – cause unknown”?

Who knows?

All I know is that the media has absolutely no interest in this matter.

It’s like the media on one hand is willing to believe that the Canadian Armed Forces is a hotbed of sexual assaults against women, and that some men get sexually assaulted as well, but that children living on the bases in Canada and who were subjected to the same defective military justice system as everyone else were never at risk.

Over the years we’ve had some wonderful members of the Canadian Armed Forces.

Sergeant Alexander Kalichuk – often tried to entice young girls to get into his car. Once was driving around the country roads around Royal Canadian Airforce Station Clinton offering panties to pre-pubescent girls. And even with all of the documented concern about his behaviour around children, the Royal Canadian Airforce never offered him up as a suspect when Lynne Harper, a military dependent from RCAF station Clinton was lured off base, raped, and killed. Instead the RCAF stood by as another military dependent was nearly hung for rape and murder.

Corporal Donald Joseph Sullivan – Joined the Canadian Armed Forces in the late ’70s to avoid being investigated by the Ottawa Police Service for molesting numerous boy scouts. Sullivan was arrested and given a courts martial for committing gross indecency, indecent assault, and buggery with teenage boys on CFB Gagetown. The military did not notify the civilian authorities of Sullivan’s military convictions in 1984. When Sullivan was prosecuted in the late 2010s for his 1970 offences I called the Ottawa Citizen reporter covering this story to ask if this Donald Joseph Sullivan was the same as Corporal Donald Joseph Sullivan. The reporter contacted the Ontario Crown’s office. The Ontario Crown contacted me and asked me where I got this information from. I forwarded the Ontario Crown Sullivan’s 1985 appeal to the Court Martial Appel Court of Canada. The Crown went through the proverbial roof. I eventually spoke to one of the police constables that was investigating Sullivan in the 1970s. He was beyond fucking pissed when I told him that Sullivan had joined the Canadian Armed Forces, obviously passing their background check and criminal record check, and went on to molest more children.

Captain Father Angus McRae – molested over 25 children on Canadian Forces Base Namao and trained at least one of his various altar boys how to engage in anal intercourse with pre-pubescent children. He also used this altar boy, and possibly others, to bring young children over to the base chapel to be molested in the rectory after administering alcohol to these children. Prior to McRae’s military courts martial, McRae admitted to the Archdiocese of Edmonton in an ecclesiastical trial that he had been having sex with boys for many years. Captain McRae had been investigated in 1974 for having committed “acts of homosexuality” on Canadian Forces Base Kingston. Why was McRae still in the Canadian Forces in 1980? How many children did McRae molest on Canadian Forces Base Portage La Prairie? How many children did McRae molest on Canadian Forces Station Holberg, McRae’s posting prior to his posting at CFB Namao in 1978?

These are the charge sheets for Captain McRae. He was charged with “Service Offences” that were comprised solely of Criminal Code of Canada offences. As McRae was charged with Service Offences, the 3-year-time-bar applied, and the summary investigation flaw applied as well. This meant that if anyone came forward as an adult and tried to have McRae charged with abusing them as a child on a military base, they would be legally shit-out-of-luck as the 3-year-time-bar would make this a legal impossibility. And even if the 3-year-time-bar hadn’t applied, any of the charges that Colonel Daniel Edward Munro had dismissed against Captain McRae could never be prosecuted at a later date by either a military or civilian tribunal. Under Canadian law, once charges are dropped, they’re dropped.

Brigadier General Roger Bazin – In 2010 he was investigated by the CFNIS and charged with molesting a child on Canadian Forces Base Borden when he was a chaplain there in 1974. Charges made it all the way to civilian court when the charges were suddenly dropped without any explanation from the courts. Charges would not have been able to proceed due to the 3-year-time-bar that existed in the pre-1998 National Defence Act. As the abuse would have occurred on a defence establishment by a member of the regular forces, these crimes would have been “Service Offences” and would have had to be dealt with under the National Defence Act as parliament in 1998 failed to make the removal of the 3-year-time-bar retroactive.

Colonel Russell Williams, Base Commander Canadian Forces Base Trenton. Williams joined the Canadian Armed Forces in 1987 and had unlimited and easy access to the children living on the bases in Canada. Did Russell Williams just snap and become a rapist and a murderer? Highly unlikely. One of the civilian police investigators involved with investigating the murder of Jessica Lloyd noted that what was indicated as William’s first break and enter was done with such skill that this investigator was sure that this was in fact not his first break and enter, postulating that Williams had been doing this for years. Were the Canadian Forces lying when they said they looked at William’s previous postings to see if anything had happened on those bases? Considering that the military communities on base are extremely dynamic and vary from year to year with postings and retirements, the people living on a base in 1992 would not people the same people living on a base in 2010. The way the military has historically kept records leaves a lot to be desired. For example if I filed an ATI to list the PMQs that I lived in or the pre-1994 military operated schools I attended as a child, I wouldn’t receive any information. Why? That information would be recorded in my father’s service file. Okay, so just find out what service members lived on the bases Williams served on. Still nope. Postings and attachments are in the member’s service file. There was no records of who lived in which PMQs over the years. So, who exactly were the CFNIS investigators in 2010 going to talk to about Williams’ behaviour on previous postings? And it’s not like the CFNIS could go through military police records to look for previous complaints that match the modus operandi of Russell Williams. The military police record keeping system was a complete shambles prior to 1998.

So yeah, let’s go on pretending that the Canadian Armed Forces bases were safe places for children to grow up on and that the pre-1998 military justice system wasn’t a complete joke that was just ripe for the abuse of power.

Yet another day yet another spin around the axis.

What do I do for fun?

Nothing really. I slept most of yesterday day and today.

Why don’t you volunteer and get out and meet people?

Not my thing. It’s not that I don’t care. I just don’t have the energy or the desire. Besides, I really like to be left alone. No matter what I do or what I try I find that out of a crowd of ten people there will always be one or two that are never happy with me and will plunge their daggers into my back just for kicks.

Why don’t you hang out with people from work?

I don’t do the “hanging out” thing. Single and solitary is the way that I like it. Less anxiety, less chance of disappointment.

Why don’t you get into music?

Never really listened to music until I was in my 20’s. Living under my father’s roof as a kid taught me that music was something that degenerate people wasted their time on.

Surely you have a favourite TV show or movie that you like?

Nope. Didn’t spend much time in the house as a kid so I didn’t spend much time in front of the boob-tube.

Surely you like activities?

As my social service records from the early ’80s state, “There doesn’t seem to be a single activity these people do as a family”.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE!

GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE NOW!

SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU’RE MAKING TOO MUCH FUCKING NOISE!

Our stepmother didn’t want us in the house. I guess that she bought Richard’s lies and his fanciful stories lock – stock & barrel.

Richard didn’t want us in the house. Due to his untreated PTSD, his alcoholism, and the dysfunctional household that he was raised in he had absolutely no parenting skills or coping skills. And besides, we reminded him of our mother. And as he told one of his airforce buddies, he only kept us so that he could control the costs.

So no, we weren’t sent outside to play for exercise.

We were sent outside so that they could pretend that we didn’t exist.

To me, life is just one meaningless day after another.

Why do I blog?

Daily writing prompt
Why do you blog?

I started blogging back around August of 2011 just after I received my social service paperwork from the Alberta government.

I quickly realized that I had no one to talk to about the events that I had lived through on Canadian Forces Base Namao, Canadian Forces Base Griesbach, and Canadian Forces Base Downsview.

And talk I wanted to.

To go from someone who had been reviled by his own family for causing the events on Canadian Forces Base Namao and for having fucked with his father’s military career to now being one of at least 25 children that got chucked under the fucking bus by the Canadian Armed Forces due to chain of command decisions made by grown adults in May to June of 1980.

I had begun counselling sessions in May of 2011 with a counsellor from the EFAP program at work, I could tell that he wasn’t able to comprehend any of what I was telling him. Sure, the counselling went on for a few years. It was nice having someone to talk to even if he had nothing to offer in the slightest.

I thought that these blogs would get me more answers and more details about what had happened on CFB Namao. But this hasn’t worked out. Yes, I have been contacted by other brats who were abused on the base at the time. But much like I had been prior to my crash course in the damaged military justice system, most people who had grown up on military bases as children had no idea of just how fucked up things were on the bases back then.

There are generally two types of base brat. The ones that came from somewhat functional families and who undoubtedly participated in the shunning of kids from dysfunctional families that would occur on base. And those that came from dysfunctional families like mine that are unaware that their own serving parent sacrificed the wellbeing of their children to appease the chain of command.

The members of the former group will not under any circumstance admit that there were dysfunctional families on base as that means that they would have to admit to the fact that they often participated in the shunning and harassment of the children of these families.

And you had better fucking believe me when I say that a military community is not very tolerant of non-conformity. The military is built around 100% conformity.

The members of the latter group will not admit that their family was dysfunctional as they subconsciously know what happened, but they don’t want to have their suspicions confirmed.

I quickly came to realize that the general public has no idea of what happened on the bases in Canada, and the general public just doesn’t seem to care.

The media that once existed in Canada no longer exists. It’s all downsized, consolidated, and owned by the Americans. And timing is everything. The last 25 years have been extremely unstable in the geo political sphere, so the story of how the National Defence Act allowed matters like Captain Father Angus McRae to be buried often becomes sidelined due to current events.

So, I type away on my blog in the vain hope that something will come of this all the while knowing that this blog will only really appeal to a very small minority of people.

PRIDE…..

Everyone at work assumes that I’m hanging out at the pride parade.

Nope, nothing could be further from the truth.

When pride rolls into town I go running for the hills.

The last time that I went to a pride parade or anything else associated with pride was back in August of 2006.

This was the first pride even that I had officially gone to.

And it was the last parade that I have ever gone to even though I live right in the West End.

The parades in the 2000’s were starting to be tamed and reigned in by corporate sponsorship.

And then there’s the nightclubs, the booze, the drugs and beer.

I’m not a party type of guy. I steer clear of booze. I don’t even like pain meds.

I’ve always identified as queer. Not gay, not bi, not trans, just queer.

I don’t like sex of any type.

And I don’t like being touched.

I don’t lose my shit over pop-culture.

I don’t go to the gym.

You get the picture.

I’m the modern day queer anti-queer.

In my life I’ve been accused of being a homosexual by my military social worker and by my father.

I was not allowed to play sports after Canadian Forces Base Namao because according to Captain Totzke it was very obvious that if I saw another naked boy that I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

There were the threats from Captain Totzke about having the military police on Canadian Forces Base Griesbach watching me to see if I ever kissed or touched another boy, and if I did that he was going to send me to the Alberta Hospital for psychiatric treatments.

I had my own father beat me and threaten to “break my fucking neck” if he ever heard of me kissing another boy after I had kissed the son of a Canadian Airborne Regiment sergeant that lived in PMQ #68 which was two doors down from our PMQ.

Captain Totzke and my father both explained that the Westfield program was a program for homosexual children to treat them to be normal. My own father even disguised his fleeing Alberta to avoid my apprehension by Alberta Social Services as being him saving me from the drugs the counsellors wanted to give me to cure me from liking other boys.

I’ve had the shit beat out of me at various different schools on and off base for being a fag, a homo, a cocksucker.

My own father asked me if I knew what “Gay” meant while I lived in his PMQ on Canadian Forces Base Downsview. He looked so pleased with himself when he said that gay meant “Got Aids Yet?”.

Living in the PMQs on Canadian Forces Base Downsview is where I also learnt that AIDS stood for “anally injected death sentence” and that the miracle of AIDs was that it “Turned fruits into vegetables”.

The Canadian Forces was replete with homophobia in the ’60, ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s.

Oh yes, life on base for a child questioning their own gender and their own sexual identity was not a pleasurable experience.

And no, the members of the Canadian Forces that were homophobic or racist didn’t check that homophobia or racism at the door. It came into the PMQs. Sure, not all of the parents in the PMQ patches were homophobic or racist, but that was the culture in the military back then. And good soldiers don’t make waves. This is also why nobody heard or saw domestic violence or child abuse and neglect on the bases.

I can’t really blame the other parents on base. That’s just the way things were at the time.

I worked for one employer that would make off the cuff jokes about gays and fags. Did I do anything? Fuck no. I needed the job.

I worked for one company that had a manager that would always refer to me as “Freddie Mercury” because he was sure that I was gay and that I’d get AIDs and die like Freddie.

I was even blacklisted by an immediate supervisor. When I went to his manager to complain, the supervisor’s manager said that this was mostly my fault as I was “too flamboyant” and that if I simply turned down my flamboyance things would be fine.

And yet here I am.

On anti-depressants and taking estrogen.

The anti-depressants don’t fix anything, they just make me more tolerable to my coworkers.

The estrogen isn’t going to fix anything. And no, it’s not going to convert me into a woman anytime soon, but it does relax my brain.

And still not feeling like I belong to the pride crowd……..

For the last little while I’ve run some of my posts through ChatGPT to see if there are any issues. Below is the response that I received after the typical grammar correction suggestions.

The funniest thing is that an LLM has given me the best response I’ve ever had to my issues. Sad that a LLM can offer more humane responses than real people.

💔 The Emotional Weight

Your post carries the trauma of being surveilled, threatened, beaten, outcast, mocked, and dehumanized — not just by society, but by people who were supposed to protect you: your father, military officers, school administrators, coworkers.

And still, you didn’t erase yourself.

You’re still here.

That matters. A lot.


🌈 About Pride

Your statement that you run for the hills when pride comes to town is valid.
Pride isn’t healing for everyone.
For people with backgrounds like yours — where being perceived as queer was met with violence, psychiatric threats, and institutional silence — Pride can feel like a glossy party over the site of an unacknowledged mass grave.

You’re not anti-queer.
You’re post-betrayal queer.
You’re queer with a memory.


A timeline of things

Here is a time line that I am putting together.

This is just the rough outline at the moment, I will try to fill in more details as time goes by.

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  • 1923

    • June – My paternal grandmother is born in the Athabasca region of Alberta.

  • 1935

    • October – As she is Swampy Cree, grandma is enrolled in an Indian Residential School named Holy Angels located at Fort Chipewyan, AB.

  • 1938

    • March – Grandma leaves Residential School

  • 1941

    • – Uncle Norman born

  • 1946

    • June – Richard Gill (my father) born in Peterborough, Ontario

    • December – Marie Annette Jacqueline Dagenais (my mother) born in Hull, Quebec

    • My father’s father leaves the family. Unsure of the details.

    • Grandma relocates her family back to Fort McMurray, Alberta

  • 1963

    • Richard joins the Royal Canadian Navy with a grade 9 education

  • 1967

    • – Richard and Marie married

    • Marie had met Richard via her brother Al. Al and Richard served in the navy together.

  • 1968

    • Unification of the Canadian Forces, Richard remusters into the Air Force.

  • 1969

    • July –

      Richard is photographed as a member of the Sea Kings on HMCS Ottawa, the first ship of the Canadian Forces where French is the primary language spoken.

    • October 29th –

      The HMCS Ottawa was amongst the ships that were returning from the United Kingdom as part of exercises. The HMCS Kootenay suffered a major explosion in the engine room due to faulty maintenance. 9 members killed, including three that had been my father’s drinking buddies when he was in the Royal Canadian Navy before unification. As Richard was attached to the Sea Kings he would have been involved with the rescue flights flown to evacuate crew members from the HMCS Kootenay.

    • According to Bill Parker my father’s personality changed for the worse in the aftermath of the Kootenay. He was no longer pleasant to be around. He was very moody, very withdrawn, and his drinking was getting the better of him.

  • 1971

    • I was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia

    • moved into my first military PMQ – 23 Seafire Ave on Canadian Forces Base Shearwater

    • moved into my second military PMQ – 14 Fulmar Ave on Canadian Forces Base Shearwater.

  • 1974

    • – Scott born in Halifax Nova Scotia

    • Captain Father Angus McRae investigated and charged for committing “Acts of Homosexuality” at Canadian Forces Base Kingston / Royal Military College Kingston. It would appear that McRae’s commanding officer did not approve of the charges.

  • 1971 to 1976

    – My mother made frequent use of what was called “The Battered Wives Club” on CFB Shearwater. This was a loose knit group of military families that would often take in the wives and their children from abusive military households as the military at that time didn’t consider domestic issues to be a concern of theirs.

  • 1976 –

    • My frequent visits and lodgings at the IWK Children’s Hospital in Halifax prompt medical staff to ponder about getting social services involved as the medical staff have concerns about my father and my mother.

    • My first posting. My father was posted to Canadian Forces Base Summerside on Prince Edward Island. We lived at 353 High St in the town of Summerside. This housing development had been built for the Canadian Armed Forces for housing families of military members. As such the Defence Establishment Trespass Regulations applied to all civilians living in this housing.

  • 1977

    • January –

      my father arrested for domestic assault and battery. He had apparently gotten into a fist fight with his own mother / my grandmother when she had come out to visit us over the ’76 Xmas holidays. Both were apparently quite intoxicated while this was going on.

      My father’s drinking increases exponentially. He is more angry than ever and often breaks things or smashes things. Fights between my mother and my father increase with my mother often taking my brother and I to go stay with “relatives” that weren’t our relatives.

    • Spring –

      My mother suddenly left just before the summer of 1977. My father would explain that my mother was a slut and a whore that ran off with a guy named Gus from the P.P.C.L.I.

      It turns out that my father used the Defence Establishment Trespass Regulations to have my mother ejected from the PMQ. This was a common practice that was documented in a document called “Canadian Forces Response to Spousal Abuse in Military Families” which was a report that was commissioned by the Canadian Armed Forces.

    • Summer –

      My grandmother arrives from Edmonton, Alberta to raise my brother and I. I get chucked into Sunday School.

  • 1978

    • June –

      Grandma returns to Edmonton

    • July –

      I’m hospitalized after an incident on my bicycle. No next of kin listed on my admission records.
      Note on my admission records state “Father in Iceland with Airforce, will return this evening”. Iceland hosts an airfield that is used by NATO countries. Also, prior to 2006, the United States leased land and ran an Airforce base there.

    • August

      • Captain Father Angus McRae arrives at Canadian Forces Base Namao after having been transferred there from Canadian Forces Station Holberg on Vancouver Island.

        Scuttlebutt on one of the Facebook groups for base brats indicate that Captain Father Angus McRae was transferred to Edmonton as a result of an interaction that he had with a teenaged boy on CFS Holberg.

      • My family arrives on Canadian Forces Base Namao after my father had obtain a compassionate posting from the Eastern Command social worker.

    • September

      • Grandma and her husband Roy (Andy) William Anderson move into the PMQ on Canadian Forces Base Namao to raise my brother and I. My father would claim that “training exercises” kept him away from home for 6 to 8 week stretches at a time

        Grandma starts taking Scott and I to Sunday service at the base chapel.

    • November

      • After a night of heavy drinking with grandma, Andy decides to take a shower to help him sober up. Andy slips in the bathtub and cracks his skull on the rim on the bathtub.

      • My grandmother didn’t have a driver’s licence. Captain Father Angus McRae, the base chaplain, would occasionally give her rides into Edmonton to see Andy at the Misericordia 

      • During these visits we were looked after by a male teenaged babysitter who would later be revealed to be an altar boy of the chaplain. This babysitter would also be described as a pedophile as a result of molesting children across Canada.

    • 1979

      • My father meets a woman named Vicki whom lives in Wetaskiwin. My father frequently stays at her place until they break up.

      • My father meets a new girlfriend whom would end up becoming his second wife. My father met this woman through his half-sisters who attended highschool with this woman in Oshawa, Ontario.

      • My father would live off base with his girlfriends as he didn’t want to bring them home to meet his mother as grandma was adamant that Richard must get back together with Marie. Grandma would tell me to not believe anything Richard had said about Marie and that the truth would come out one day

    • Over the course of 1979 and into 1980 the abuse at the hands of the babysitter increases at a marked rate. The babysitter is becoming more aggressive with his abuse and even begins to demand penetration.

    • There are a few times where the babysitter would find me on base and escort me over to the chapel. Once in the chapel we’d go into the rectory where the father was. We’d have wafers, watch TV, listen to music. The father had a collection of magazines that looked like the ones my uncle had, so I never thought anything bad about them. And besides up at 447 squadron in the canteen they also had the same magazines and some of the centrefolds on the walls. After looking at the magazines or listening to music the father would give me a tumbler full of a “sickly sweet grape juice”. I never remember going home after these visits.

  • 1980

    • April

      The babysitter had me over to his family’s PMQ and was buggering me in his bedroom. His younger brother walked in and caught the babysitter in the act of buggering me. This younger brother notified numerous other kids on the base.

      A group of about 10 to 12 older teens gathered on the lawn of babysitter’s PMQ and started throwing rocks and yelling homophobic taunts up at the window.

      When I was leaving the babysitter’s PMQ to go home I was attacked by a group of teens and beat up in the middle of 12th Street.

      My life on base became a living hell after that. I was no longer allowed to play with the other kids. I was no longer allowed to go to the base pool. I was no longer allowed to go to the “kid’s disco” at the Lamplighter Pub on Saturdays.

    • May

      The babysitter is investigated by the base military police based upon numerous reports received from the parents of military families on base that the babysitter had been molesting their children.

      As a result of the investigation of the babysitter the military police became aware of Captain Father Angus McRae’s involvement with molesting children on the base.

      A decision is made by the base chain of command to not call in the Morinville RCMP to handle the babysitter. The National Defence Act states that military dependents are only subject to the Code of Service Discipline when accompanying their serving parent anywhere outside of Canada. Why the Canadian Forces thought that it had any power to withhold the babysitter’s crimes from the RCMP is unknown. It was claimed that the babysitter was only 12 years old in 1980. The babysitter has been confirmed to have been born on June 23rd, 1965.

      On May 12th, 1980 Captain David Pilling requests that Canadian Forces Special Investigations Unit acting section commander Warrant Officer Fredrick Cunningham initiate an investigation into Captain Father Angus McRae for having committed “acts of homosexuality” with teenaged boys on the base.

      Over the course of the investigation Warrant Officer Cunningham meets with Base Commander Colonel Daniel Edward Munro. At one of these meetings Cunningham requests that Munro confine McRae to his quarters so that McRae is unable to interfere with the CFSIU investigation by using his command authority as a captain to intimidate ranks lower than his and enlisted parents.

    • June

      Prior to June 20th, The CFNIS have numerous charges against Captain McRae related to the abuse of numerous children, but the brass orders the number of charges brought against Captain McRae to be reduced to only those related to the charges involving the babysitter.

      Prior to 1998 it was the commanding officer of the accused, and not the provincial crown prosecutor, that would recommend for or against charges and then cause these charges to flow to either summary trial, courts martial, or even to the civilian courts.

      One of the other boys took great offence and blamed the babysitter for the charges relating to their abuse not going forward. This other boy was noted by Fred Cunningham to be a “prolific pyromaniac”. Canadian Forces fire marshal records would verify that this boy had lit fires in his own PMQ in an attempt to “play the hero” by discovering the fires and calling for help.

      June 20th – Fire at PMQ #26. This is the babysitter’s PMQ. The babysitter was not home at the time. The babysitter’s mother had noticed the faint smell of natural gas in the morning and had called the Base Construction engineers to take a look at the leak. The babysitter’s sister was in the shower having a shower.

      The babysitter’s mother was in the kitchen watching the construction engineer looking for a gas leak. As the engineer was moving the stove back into place, the gas line ruptured.

      The gas ignited into a “torch” and started a fire that engulfed the kitchen and started to spread into the dining room.

      In an attempt to shut the gas off, the construction engineer ran into the basement where he collapsed and died from a heart attack. The mother had to rescue her daughter from the PMQ. Total damage to the PMQ was $56k in 1980 dollars. The PMQ was worth $70k in 1980 dollars.

      Base Commander Colonel Daniel Edward Munro was satisfied with the military fire marshal’s report that it was obviously just a defective gas line on the stove and that calling in the provincial fire marshal to conduct their own investigation was not required.

      It should be pointed out that the gas stove was located just inside the back door of the PMQ. The back door of the PMQ faced the roadway and the front doors faced a common area lawn. To give the hose a slight tug to cause a small leak wouldn’t have been that hard to do.

      June 28th – Captain McRae officially arrested and charged with the service offences of Gross Indecency, Indecent Assault, and Buggery.

      Captain McRae requests a military courts martial.

    • July

      15th through 18th Captain McRae’s Courts Martial.

      The babysitter and his family were living on Canadian Forces Base Petawawa in Ontario when the Canadian Forces requested the babysitter return on his own to testify against Captain McRae. The babysitter’s father objects to this and the Canadian Forces relent and allow the babysitter’s father to return to Edmonton with his 15 year old son. The father is barred by the Canadian Forces from entering the courts martial.

      During the courts martial, the courts martial panel hears that Captain McRae admitted during his ecclesiastical trial with the catholic church to having molested numerous boys for years.

      Entered into evidence is that the investigation discovered that Captain McRae had been receiving the children of service members in the rectory of the base chapel and had been giving these children alcohol and then taking them into the bedroom to “fool around” with them.

      After hearing the evidence against him as well as the babysitter’s testimony, Captain McRae changes his plea from innocent to guilty.

      Captain McRae sentenced to 4 years which was reduced numerous times over the next few months. Captain McRae ended up serving a sentence of 10 months.

      Minister of National Defence Gilles LaMontagne approves of the sentence applied by the courts martial panel.

      The media catches wind of this event, but the Canadian Armed Forces quickly throw a “wall of secrecy” around the courts martial and permanently seal all of the documents and evidence.

    • August

      My father moves back into the PMQ with his new girlfriend. He had been living off base with her.

    • September

      • During the start of the school year at McArthur school, the school on base for military dependents, I am frequently beat up and teased for being the babysitter’s “girlfriend” and/or “wife”. This is my introduction to slurs like “homo”, “faggot”, “queer”, and “cocksucker”

        Towards the end of September my family was moved from CFB Namao to CFB Griesbach. These two bases we 10km apart from each other

    • October

      • My brother and I are brought to the attention of Canadian Forces military social worker Captain Terry Totzke by our respective teachers and principal at Major General Griesbach School, the school on base for the children of military families.

    • November

      My family is interviewed on separate occasions by a psychiatrist.

      • My father is found to accept no responsibility for his family, he likes to play the victim, he feels like everyone is attacking him, he blames others for his problems, he expects others to solve his problems for him.

      • I am found to be suffering from major depression, severe anxiety, haphephobia, have extremely low self esteem. I am also found to be very poorly informed about sex. I mention that I am terrified of my father and that I expect him to drown me in the toilet. I also remark that “my brain tells me that I’m going to kill myself if granny doesn’t leave the house”.

      • My brother is found to be a very quiet, lonely, and isolated child.

  • 1980 – 1983

    • During the course of my involvement with Captain Terry Totzke he would often come to school to talk with me in the office. Other times he would come and pick me up at the school and drive me over to base headquarters where he had an office. Other time my father would take me to see Captain Totzke.

    • As I had never seen Captain Terry Totzke in uniform I would never realize until 2011 that Terry was a member of the Canadian Armed Forces and that he held the rank of captain.

    • Terry knew about what had happened on Canadian Forces Base Namao.

      Terry was concerned that I was exhibiting signs of a mental illness called homosexuality as I had been known to be having sex with the babysitter.

      Terry was concerned that I had allowed the babysitter to molest my younger brother.

      Terry had mentioned to me that he had asked the base military police to keep an eye on me and that if I ever tried to kiss or touch another boy that I would be off to the Alberta Psychiatric Hospital for treatment.

      Terry said that I should avoid situations where I would see other boys naked as that would awaken my desires to touch them. This resulted in me not playing sports anymore or being allowed to go swimming anymore.

    • Once Alberta Social Services became involved with my family, Terry and my father would both inform me that I had to be very careful with what I told Pat and Wayne as Pat and Wayne would twist my words and use my words against me.

  • 1981

    During the summer of 1981 Grandma moves out of the PMQ.

    After Grandma moves out Sue promises my brother and I that if we never want to go to church again that we don’t have to.

    November – Due to the inaction of Captain Terry Totzke with my brother and I, our respective teachers and our principal notify Alberta Social Services. As the PMQ that I lived in and the school I was attending were on a Defence Establishment, Alberta Social Services pretty well required Totzke’s permission for their dealings with me.

  • 1982

    • Richard and Sue are still having great difficulty in their relationship.

    • Social Services note that Richard and Sue refuse to talk to each other or even acknowledge each other during the counselling sessions and instead Richard uses me to communicate with Sue and Sue uses Scott to communicate with Richard.

    • Richard informs Scott and I that if Sue leaves him, he’s going to put our dead bodies into a duffle bag and that no one will ever find the either of us and that he’ll just go live in the barracks. This isn’t the first time that Richard has sworn that he would kill Scott and I, but this is the most memorable.

    • Richard and Sue get married in a private ceremony in the PMQ on base. My brother and I are given $50 each and told to go away for the day and to not come back until close to bed time.

    • In the spring of 1982 I am formally admitted into the Westfield Program for emotionally disturbed children until a psychiatric bed can be located. My father signs the paperwork surrendering me to the Westfield Receiving Home for Children. Neither Richard nor Captain Totzke seem to realize that by signing this paperwork Richard has placed me into the foster care system.

    • Both my father and Terry tell me that my involvement with this program is due to my attraction to boys and that this program would help me get over my homosexuality.

    • During various meetings with Alberta Social Services my father claims that my issues are due to his mother “who was extremely cruel to his children, especially when she was intoxicated, which was frequently”, he explained to Alberta Social Services that he had brought his mother into the house to raise his children after his wife “abandoned” him. He further explains that his mother is an alcoholic who refuses to seek treatment for her drinking issues.

    • The babysitter is arrested and convicted for molesting a young boy in a small town just north of Canadian Forces Base Petawawa in Ontario.

    • Christmas ’82. We fly out from Edmonton to stay with Richard’s father in Oshawa, ON.

    • Richard and his father do not appear to be in friendly terms. Even though we moved to Canadian Forces Base Downsview in April of 1983 and would frequently go visit Sue’s parents in Oshawa, we never again ever saw Richard’s father even though he lived about 10 blocks away from Sue’s parents.

  • 1983

    • January

      26th – Captain Totzke instructed by my civilian case worker and my two child care workers that he is to inform my father and my father’s commanding officer that my father is to start attending all family counselling sessions or I am to be removed from the house and placed into either residential care or foster care.

      28th – Captain Totzke informs my civilian social workers that my father has just been transferred from Alberta to Ontario effective immediately and that the move will occur in April.

      Sometime between January 1983 and April 1983 my father keeps me home from the Westfield Program. He tells me that I was expelled from the program because I wouldn’t stop kissing and touching other boys.

    • April

      a moving truck arrives one day without notice. The majority of my belongings are piled up at the curb to be disposed of. Later that day we are loaded up in the Datsun B210 for the trip to Ontario. When we cross the Saskatchewan border I asked my father why we had to move. His reply was that because I was still showing signs of being attracted to boys that the counsellors wanted to give me drugs to stop this attraction but that he didn’t want me to take those drugs and that I had to understand that he was saving me.

      • Alberta Social Services gave Children’s Aid Society of Toronto a heads-up about the imminent arrival of my family. Children’s Aid tried to contact my father via the Canadian Armed Forces. The Canadian Armed Forces stonewalled C.A.S.T.. C.A.S.T. ended up tracking my brother and I down through the public school system.

      • My father and Captain Totzke had given Alberta Social Services assurances that I would be placed in a psychiatric hospital to receive treatment upon our arrival at Canadian Forces Base Downsview in Ontario.

        I was instead enrolled at Sheppard Public School as CFB Downsview did not have its own school for military dependents.

    • October

      Roy (Andy) William Anderson dies at the age of 58 after having spent the last 5 years in hospitals and nursing homes having never recovered from the slip in the bathtub in the PMQ on Canadian Forces Base Namao.

    • My father almost succeeded in conning Children’s Aid into believing that there was no reason for Alberta Social Services to be involved with his family and that Pat and Wayne had blown everything out of proportion.

  • 1984

    • Children’s Aid and the North York Board of Education come to realize that there is intense sibling rivalry between my brother and I, and both agencies comes to the realization that Scott and I can never be at the same school.

    • Richard sent my brother and I up to Edmonton to spend the summer with our grandmother. Grandma’s drinking has peaked, probably due to the death of her husband in October of ’83.

    • Scott mentioned something to grandma about the babysitter. This sent grandma in to a rage and fury. Grandma wanted to know if I knew what the babysitter had done to Scott. I managed to escape the apartment and made my way up to CFB Namao. Once at Namao I tried to report the babysitter to the military police. The Military Police said that as the babysitter was a military dependent he had to be dealt with by the civilian police. So I went back to Edmonton and this time went to the Edmonton Police Service. This did not work out at all.

    • Grandma gave me my first beers to drink after she caught me sipping the foam off a pair of bottles that she asked me to open for her and her friend Hazel.

      During the summer of ’84 grandma takes Scott and I out to Terrace, BC to see her first son, our uncle Norman. Unlike my father and my uncle Doug who were only metis, Uncle Norman was full blood. Uncle Norman was about 6 to 8 years older than my father. My father was born when my grandmother was 23.

    • In October of 1984 a fellow base brat from CFB Downsview and I were in the same behavioural therapy program at Elia Jr. High and Dellcrest. He convinced me that I should join Sea Cadets over at the Dennison Armouries.

  • My babysitter was convicted in 1984 for molesting an 8 year old boy in Manitoba.

    A search of newspaper records indicate that in 1982 a 17 year old male babysitter had molested numerous children in a neighbourhood directly adjacent to Canadian Forces Base Winnipeg. The mother of some of the molested children was upset that the 17 year old babysitter had never been charged due to the young age of the victims

    My babysitter would have been 17 years old in 1982

    Even though his family had been residing on CFB Petawawa in 1982, his family may have been posted to CFB Winnipeg to get away from CFB Petawawa. Posting problems to other bases was a known phenomenon back in the day.

  • Late 1984 – Early 1985

    Scott has his first Grand Mal seizure.

    Richard had discovered Scott, called the ambulance, and went to North York General with Scott.

    I had been out of the house all day, but when I arrived home Sue told me to get straight up to my room. She mentioned nothing about Scott. She just said that Richard wanted me waiting in my room when he got home.

    When Richard came home he was slamming doors. Richard and Sue started yelling at each other.

    Richard stormed up the stairs and into my room. Before saying anything he gave me a massive backhand across my face that drew blood and knocked me to the floor. Richard then started demanding to know where the drugs were that I gave to Scott. I kept asking “what drugs?” which only made him more furious. He started tearing my room apart stating that if and when he found the drugs he was going to make the next beating even worse than this one.

    A few days later when Scott was released from the hospital all Richard would say is that I was goddamn lucky that Scott had Gran Mal Epilepsy and that I hadn’t given Scott any drugs.

    What has always been perplexing about this is that Richard knew that Marie’s mother had died of an epileptic seizure and that one of Marie’s brothers had epilepsy.

  • 1985

    • The babysitter’s family arrives back on Canadian Forces Base Namao.

    • In May the babysitter is found molesting a 9 year old boy that lives on the base. He is charged by the civilian police for this matter.

      The babysitter is ordered off the base by the Canadian Armed Forces. The babysitter’s father rents him an apartment in the West End of Edmonton.

    • In June the babysitter is arrested and charged for molesting a 13 year old newspaper carrier. The babysitter lures the newspaper carrier to his apartment with video games.

    • In August the babysitter is convicted in court of the charges relating to the boy from CFB Namao and the newspaper carrier. The Alberta crown prosecutor specifically mentions that the babysitter is a danger to children and informs the court of the babysitter’s conviction in Manitoba in 1984 for molesting a young child.

    • July

      Richard sends Scott and I to spend another summer with grandma.

      Somewhere between the summer of ’84 and this summer, grandma has “found jesus” again. She’s given up drinking. She frequently drags my brother and I to church service at St. Joseph’s Basilica on Sundays. She had even joined AA and appears to have stopped drinking. This is a new experience as I had never really seen grandma sober.

      Sober grandma was not as pleasant as intoxicated grandma.

    • August

      My father and my mother finalize their divorce. Somehow Sue discovers this and there is a massive domestic disturbance in the PMQ on Canadian Forces Base Downsview that results in my father being detained by the base military police.

      During the investigation, the military police hear disturbing things from the neighbours about how my father treats my brother and I. As the military police can’t find us, they ask Richard where we are. Richard tells them we’re in Edmonton with our grandmother. The CFB Downsview military police contact the Edmonton Police Service and ask the EPS to do a welfare check on my brother and I.

    • Upon our return to Toronto after having spent the summer in Edmonton the base military police had to speak to my brother and I about concerns they had for our safety living with our father. A couple of recommendation from the military police. Get out of the house if my father starts raging out. Jump from the second story window if necessary. Call for help from inside someone else’s PMQ. Never call 9-1-1, call the base military police instead as the civilian police can’t just respond to calls from on the base.

    • I was after this visit by the military police that I had my first inkling about the HMCS Kootenay. Bill didn’t name the ship, but he said that my father had been at sea and he had lost some very close friends in an “engine room explosion” and that Richard was never the same after that day. Bill said that he knew my father had a temper and that my father was prone to violence and that he had been hitting my brother and I, but Bill said that I had to forgive my father. Bill said that he really wished I knew my father before the “engine room explosion” as he was a much different guy. Bill said that much like on Shearwater, my brother and I were always welcome to come stay in his PMQ when my father was out of control and we needed a place to stay for a while.

    • September

      My father surprises me with a small birthday cake and a card with $20 inside. He apologized for not remembering my birthday for the last few years (since 1977 to be exact). Promises that he will never forget again. This would be the last birthday acknowledgement that I ever had from him.

      I wouldn’t discover until 2011 that we were under the supervision of the Children’s Aid Society of Toronto and that he was just buttering me up incase CAST was to find out about the massive domestic dispute that had occurred over the summer of ’85.

  • 1986

    • Attended cadet camp at RMC Kingston

    • 1 week prior to the end of summer training camp we were to call our parents to see if they were going to attend the graduating ceremonies and then drive us home after. That’s when I discovered that my father had signed my brother out of juvenile detention and he was going to take my brother and our stepmother to Washington, DC for a vacation and that I would have to take the bus from Kingston to Toronto.

  • 1987

    • February – Over the protests of the executive officer of my sea cadet corp., my father enrols my brother in the sea cadet corp that I am a member of. This XO worked with at-risk-youth involved in the criminal justice system. This XO had informed me that my brother had been giving the police my name and my DOB whenever he had been arrested. The XO did not want my brother in the corp as he couldn’t trust my brother.

    • May – After the disastrous cadet weekend at Canadian Forces Base Borden, I quit cadets. The XO ‘knew’ that my brother had joined in with some of the troublemakers from a different cadet corp that were staying in the same barracks as we were and had snuck over to the female’s side of the barracks. I highly suspected that Scott had done what he was accused of, but if I would have told the XO that my brother did do what he was accused of my father would have beaten the shit out of me for “not looking out for” my younger brother and allowing him to get into trouble.

    • My brother by this point had been in and out of group homes and juvie. He was hanging out with a group of small time thugs and would engage in strong armed robbery, B&E into hotel rooms and houses, stealing cars, etc.

    • August – Grandma dies.

    • September – picked up all of the forms and all of the paperwork required to allow me to get my learner’s permit and sign up for the Young Driver’s of Canada program. My father explains that I cannot have my driver’s licence as long as I live under his roof as this will make his insurance rates go up. If I want my licence I need to move out.

    • Fall –

      Scott had stolen our stepmother’s Chevrolet Chevette and went for a joyride with his the guys he hung out with. They nearly didn’t make it off the base as Scott lost control of the Chevette on the circular road for the PMQs and nearly struck a utility pole. Numerous people reported him to the military police, but he had gotten off base by the time the MPs arrived.

      I was asleep in my bed in my bedroom in the basement as I often slept in due to chronic fatigue due to my depression.

      Richard had come home from grocery shopping with Sue when they both noticed that the Chevette wasn’t in the parking space.

      Richard grabbed me by the ankle and yanked me out of bed. My head hit the concrete floor. Richard started punching me and kicking me demanding to know what I did with the Chevette. As I was trying to crawl under my bed to get away from him he’d just pull me back out. I kept telling him that I didn’t know what he was talking about as I was asleep. He then started ranting about how I wasn’t raising Scott right, that I didn’t protect Scott from the babysitter, that Scott was acting out the way he was because I let the babysitter molest him.

    • November – dropped out of school and moved out of the house shortly there after. My father’s anger was getting out of control and my father had lost complete control of my brother. Even my father was afraid of my younger brother.

      Started working full time and started renting a room in a house just off base. The house was a PMQ in the LDH housing that was off base but was adjacent to where I worked. It was rented by a member of the Canadian Forces who had just split up with his wife. His wife took the kids. As the wife was civilian she had to move out. This member did not want to move out of military housing and he did not want to move into the barracks, so he kept renting this PMQ and had decided to rent two of the three bedrooms out.

  • 1988

    Worked. Worked a lot.

  • 1989

    One of the owners of the company that I worked for had a friend in Timmins, Ontario that needed some help with servicing their amusement machines, so I was asked if I would like to spend a few weeks up north. I went up north and spent most of my time servicing video games, pinball machines, and jukeboxes that had been provided by this company to the various community centres on the Indian reservations on the shores of James Bay.

    When I returned to Toronto that summer, I found out rather abruptly that the Canadian Forces forbade the renting of rooms in the PMQs and that I had to find a new place to live. So I moved into my car at the base auto club carefully sleeping in the back and sneaking on and off base to get to my car.

    One day while heading to work I encountered Mr. Bowles, my former science teacher from Pierre Laporte. He implored me that I had to finish school, that I had way too much potential to waste. He said that if I was willing, he would get my other favourite teachers like Mr. Ford and Mr. Atkinson to write letters to a school program called A.I.S.P., the Alternative and Independent Study Program. He said that A.I.S.P. was ideal for kid who didn’t fit into the typical school programs or structures.

    I was accepted into A.I.S.P.

    As I needed a place to stay, I went back to Richard and asked him if it was possible to stay at his place until I finished A.I.S.P.. I explained to him that I intended to take grades 9 and grade 10 in the first year, and grade 11 and 12 in the second year. He accepted.

    A.I.S.P. was is a unique program that placed heavy emphasis on the Independent portion of its name. At the time is was run from the second floor of a former elementary school. At the time the school was running only kindergarten and a few of the first grades on the lower floor. A.I.S.P. had the second floor. There was definitely not enough room in this school to house the resources that grades 7 through 12 would require. And there definitely wasn’t enough room to accommodate all of the students if the students were to all show up at the same time.

    This is where the “independent” portion of the name came into play. Any branch of the North York Public Library or any library from any of the local junior high or high schools were available to us for study or for research. If we wanted to drop in on a subject being taught we could just show up at a local junior high or high school and sit in on their class. Our physical education programs took advantage of the various locals school. Yes, the teachers at A.I.S.P. ran classes but it was more like “here’s your assignment for the next week, hand in your work when you’ve completed it”

    I was walking from A.I.S.P. to the North York public library main branch which was just north of Yonge and Sheppard in North York. My father also worked in the government of Canada federal building at 4900 Yonge Street, which was right across from the library. I don’t know where Richard was going to, but he saw me and the kids I were with. In typical Richard dramatic fashion he floored his Mustang GT, pulled a u-turn in the intersection of Yonge and Sheppard, raced up beside us, and then jumped on the brakes. He got out of the car in and in a profanity laced tirade wanted to know what the fuck I was doing out of school, did I take him for a fucking idiot? How fucking long did I think that I was going to be able to pull this shit off for.

    When I got home that night, Richard was ranting again about A.I.S.P. and that he wanted me to”the fuck out of that fucking school and back into a normal fucking school” and that all I had to do was “sit the fuck down, look at the fucking blackboard, and mind my own fucking business” he even suggested that I just “take some fucking basket weaving courses” to get my grade twelve.

    Things did not get any better over the next couple of weeks. I ended up dropping out of school again and I got a job

  • 1991

  • 1992

    • Moved to Vancouver in February of 1992

  • 1993

  • 1994 –

    • Arrived back in Vancouver from Toronto.

      End up with a room at the Sally Anne on Dunsmuir street. EI took a couple of weeks to reroute from Toronto to Vancouver. Received BC social service assistance which was to be paid back.

    • It was becoming painfully self evident that only those with supportive parents met success in life and that I was destined to forever be wasting my life making welfare wages.

    • I had been eying up the Lions Gate Bridge for a couple of weeks. Knew that I wouldn’t be able to simply jump off, but that I would have to drink some liquid courage but doing so would put me at risk of being discovered.

    • Saturday June 11th made my way to the Lions Gate Bridge.

  • 1995

  • 1996

  • 1997 – As a result of the finding of the Somalia Inquiry, the Canadian Forces Special Investigations Unit is disbanded and replaced by the Canadian Forces National investigation Unit. The Provost Marshal is stood up for the first time since the ’60s. All military police are placed under the command of the Provost Marshal and are in theory removed from the local chain of command, but the changes in the National Defence Act fall critically short of placing members of the base military police and the CFNIS outside of the overall chain of command, and thus investigators with the base military police and the CFNIS must still obey the lawful commands of anyone with a superior rank.

  • 1998

    Bill C-25(1998) “An Act to Make Amendments to the National Defence Act” passed in the House of Commons.

    There are two key sections to this bill.

    The first is the removal of the 3-year-time-bar from the National Defence Act and the application of the relevant Criminal Code “statute of limitations” for Service Offences that are Criminal Code in nature.

    The second is the removal of the requirement for the commanding officer to conduct a summary review of the investigation. Also removed are the commanding officer’s ability to summarily dismiss charges brought against their subordinate. Charges will now be reviewed by a military prosecutor.

    Unfortunately there is no language in the Act to apply these changes retroactively.

  • 1999

  • 2000

    • The babysitter attempts suicide

  • 2001

    • March 2001 – As a result of the previous year’s suicide attempt, the babysitter hires an Edmonton based lawyer and initiates a $4.5 million dollar civil action in the Alberta Court of Queen’s Bench against Angus McRae, the Archdiocese of Edmonton, the Canadian Armed Forces, and the Department of National Defence.

    • The Department of Justice represents the CAF and the DND.

  • 2005

  • 2006

    • August – made contact with Richard via voice mail.

      Let Richard know that I was sick and tired of being blamed for what had happened on CFB Namao and that I was sick and tired of always being blamed for having “fucked” with his military career. I was sick and tired of always hearing from Scott of all of the things that Richard had done for him. I told him that I was seriously considering going to the police with a complaint against the babysitter.

    • Richard called me back the next morning, his voice was shaking.

      He wanted to know why I just didn’t simply move on.

      He said that everyone made choices back in 1980 and that there was no undoing the past.

      Richard told me that I had to understand something about the babysitter. He said that it was his mother who hired the babysitter, not him. He said that he told grandma that he found the babysitter to be creepy and not very trustworthy, but that grandma wasn’t going to listen to him. Richard had no problem recalling the babysitter’s name.

    • For the next couple of weeks Richard would call me on a daily basis to see how I was and to have small talk that sounded very forced.

      The calls stopped after a few weeks.

      I never spoke to Richard again after that.

  • 2008

    • I decide to make a change in my life to escape the past. I start looking into legally changing my name.

    • May of 2008 my name is officially changed to Bobbie Garnet Bees.

    • Department of Justice communicates with the babysitter’s lawyer and signals their intentions to pay a settlement

    • Cheque issued to babysitter. Amount paid unknown.

  • 2011

    • In March of 2011 I decide to finally go after the babysitter. I figured that if I could get the babysitter to admit to what he had done that Richard would finally stop blaming me.

    • March 4th, 2011 I sent an email off to the Edmonton Police Service asking how I would go about pressing charges against my former babysitter.

    • The Edmonton Police Service forwards my query off to the Alberta Serious Incident Response Team and asks ASIRT who’s jurisdiction my complaint belongs to. ASIRT in turn forwards my complaint off to the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service at Edmonton Garrison.

  • 2012

  • 2013

  • 2015

  • 2016

  • 2018

  • 2020

Vacation time

Well, it’s vacation time yet again.

Nothing planned as usual, just vegging out.

Two more weeks of this and then I’ll be back at work.

Sleep, sleep, and more sleep……..

I know that I need to take vacation time, but vacation time is so unproductive.

I’ve never had much in the way of hobbies or interests. Travelling was never a big thing for me. I don’t have anything that I want to go see. I’m not really concerned with experiencing other cultures or customs.

Right now I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Nanaimo. Just spent a few days here. I come here periodically just to get away from the noise of Vancouver. I’ll be heading back in a few hours.

I’ve never been able to enjoy vacations.

Especially in my younger days my life derived so much of its meaning from work. I never felt comfortable not working or being away from work. It wasn’t that I was worried about being replaced. It’s just the my life is so empty that without work I feel even more empty.

Trust me, this isn’t what I wanted. But as I’ve alluded to previously, acceptance and respect were never found in my father’s house.

Actually, come to think about it. I don’t ever remember Richard taking any type of vacation time. The only time I can remember him taking time off was when he took Sue to Banff after they were married in 1982. And yes, even back in the days that I was growing up on the bases in Canada, members of the regular forces were entitled to annual vacation leave.

Makes me wonder now how many times he went on annual vacation, but called it a “training exercise” and just left Scott and I with Sue or grandma while he fucked off outta town. ‘Cause I certainly don’t ever remember him taking time off from the military for vacation.

One thing that I did notice in the current 2024 Canadian Forces Leave Policy Manual is a little blurb that members of the forces who are taking courses are recommended to take their vacation prior to the commencement of their courses due to the inability to take vacation during their course. I wonder how many of Richard’s 6 or 8 week courses at CFB Wainwright were actually 4 week or less courses, but he tacked on his vacation prior to the course so that he could get out of town and go hang out with his drinking buddies while leaving his kids at home for the women in his life to look after.

Anyways, yeah, there were no family vacations as kids. No travelling. No trips to the zoo. No trips to the museum. Nothing. Even when we lived on Canadian Forces Base Downsview in Ontario there weren’t even trips down to the States.

Well, time to go get something to eat before wandering over to catch the ferry back to Vancouver.

The Canadian Forces Provost Marshal and the fine art of Bending the Truth.

Unless you’ve had first hand experience with the Canadian Forces Provost Marshal, or even the Canadian Armed Forces Military Police Group for that matter, you will never truly understand the ability of agencies such as the Canadian Armed Forces to define what the truth actually is.

Under the rules governing complaints about the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service a person wishing to make a complaint against the CFNIS must first submit the complaint to the provost marshal.

This would be the same provost marshal that oversaw the CFNIS investigation in the first place. Remember, no matter how the Canadian Forces, the provost marshal, or the CFNIS like to spin things, everyone within the Canadian Forces Military Police Group are subject to the Code of Service Discipline. Each and every member of the Canadian Forces Military Police Group must obey the “lawful” command of their superiors.

As a retired JAG practicing in Victoria BC told me to remember, members of the CFNIS are Soldiers First and police officers second.

So far as the provost marshal goes, the provost marshal has the sole discretion to control which documents the Military Police Complaints Commission receives and which documents are withheld from the Military Police Complaints Commission.

And during a review the MPCC cannot subpoena documents from the CFPM, the CFMPG, or the CFNIS. The MPCC literally has to reach their conclusions based upon the documents that were skillfully selected and submitted to the MPCC.

As there are absolutely no oaths administered during an MPCC review, the provost marshal has absolute free reign to lie to and feed bullshit to the MPCC and there are no penalties or sanctions that can be applied for this deceptive behaviour.

What information did the provost marshal intentionally withhold from the MPCC?

  • Canadian Forces Special Investigations Unit investigation investigation paperwork DS 120-10-80 which indicated that it was the babysitter’s sexual abuse of children on the base that initiated the investigation of captain McRae
  • The court martial transcripts from McRae’s court martial that described in detail one the penetrative assaults the babysitter committed on a trio of ten-year-old boys behind the rec centre.
  • I’d also bet the the CFPM also wouldn’t explain to the MPCC that their investigation was stymied by the fact that while they could lay charges against the babysitter, they wouldn’t be able to lay charges against Angus McRae due to the summary-investigation-flaw and the three-year-time-bar flaw.
  • The existence of the out-of-court settlement reached between the babysitter, the DOJ, the CAF, and the DND in November of 2008 which appears to have implications for any subsequent investigation of the babysitter.
  • The fact that a senior officer within the CFNIS Western Region told a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police that the investigation of my complaint “was likely to go nowhere due to a complete lack of evidence”. This was weeks before the CFNIS contacted my father, my brother, the babysitter, and the babysitter’s family. One of the babysitter’s replies to the CFNIS in 2011 was that “anything he had been involved in as a youth has already been handled by the military” and that if charges were brought against him “a lawyer would handle that”.
  • My social service records that indicated that I started having problems in school on CFB Namao. Behavioural problems are nothing unheard of with sexually abused children and dysfunctional households.
  • My social service records which also indicated that my grandmother was living with us on base and raising my brother and I. This was important as my father’s statement to the CFNIS in 2011 made it sound as if grandma popped in for a visit one weekend.
  • My social service records also indicated that my father was having anger issues and often had anger outbursts. My social service records also indicated that my father blamed my issues on my grandmother whom he viewed as “being cruel to his children, especially when she was intoxicated, which was quite frequently”, he would also tell social services that “his mother refused to seek treatment for her alcoholism”

And it wasn’t just the MPCC that the CFPM and the CFNIS lied to. The CFPM and the CFNIS had also lied to the Alberta Attorney General and the Alberta Crown Prosecutor. When the CFNIS submitted their summary to the Crown, they left out all of the above bullet points. However, in their summary to the Crown the CFNIS also “forgot” to mention to the Crown that I had tried twice before to report the sexual abuse to the military police.

All of this resulted in Mr. Weribiki observing that it was very significant that I had never told anyone about the abuse and that I had never tried to report the abuse in the previous 30 years. Who was I going to tell? My father who was frequently absent either on training exercises or living off base with his girlfriends? My “frequently cruel and intoxicated” grandmother who had an insane attachment to the catholic church? And I did try to report the abuse in 1984 and 1991.

My father’s statement was so detached from reality that when the CFNIS received a copy of my social service paperwork you would think that they would have gone back to my father and asked him to explain the horrific and glaring differences between his statement and the contents of my paperwork.

Nope, the CFNIS never approached him to explain the differences. Which leads me to believe that my father had been told what to say. Why would my father go along with what the CFNIS wanted? More than likely he had received some favour back in 1980 for agreeing to not make a fuss about his two sons being sexually abused. After all, if Mr. Gill had been at home on base with his kids instead of bringing his alcoholic mother on base to raise his kids in his absence, then his sons never would have been abused. So, I can see my father parroting whatever the CFNIS wanted him to say. Just like colonel Munro, captain McRae, and the various other men of ill intent, I don’t see why my father wouldn’t be willing to lie to save his own ass.

I know that at least one investigator with the CFNIS lied through his teeth when interviewed by the MPCC in 2012. This one investigator claimed that he had flown out to Victoria, BC to meet with me in person. The MPCC cited this as showing how the MPCC went above and beyond standard practice. The only problem is that I never net this investigator, nor have I ever met anyone from the CFNIS in person other than when I was interviewed in late March of 2011 by two investigators who had come to see me at the Vancouver Police Department Headquarters.

The sad thing is the members of the Canadian Forces Military Police group couldn’t tell the truth if they wanted to. They can only tell what the chain of command allows them to say. And the chain of command is full of sad sacks who believe that their primary function is to protect and shield the Canadian Armed Forces from outside scrutiny and criticism.

In 2006 the Canadian Forces Chaplaincy Branch issued a directive related to the release of baptismal records for military dependents that had been baptized by Canadian Forces chaplains on defence establishments. This memo indicated that the reason the rules for access to the baptism records was being restricted was due to the increasing number of child sexual abuse cases being brought against chaplains of the catholic church.

Yep.

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever broken a bone?

Broke my right wrist and sprained my left wrist.

Back around the end of June in ’82 my father had borrowed a pickup truck with a camper in the bed from one of his buddies at 447 Sqn. so that he and his new wife, my stepmother, could go to Banff for their honeymoon.

Slide-in camper / Demountable camper.

They had no intention of taking Scott and I with them. We got unceremoniously dropped of with out mother in Calgary, AB. Yeah, the same mother that he told Alberta Social Services that had abandoned the family and that the same mother that he had told Alberta Social Services that he had no idea of how to contact.

When Richard and Sue were finished with their honeymoon they swung back through Calgary to pick Scott and I up. We drove back up to CFB Griesbach in Edmonton.

The truck was parked on the street in front of the PMQ.

Richard had gone somewhere and it was just Sue at home.

Scott got on top of the camper and stuffed the vents with leaves.

Just before Richard was due home Scott found me and told me that Richard was going to be pissed off with me for “me” having put the leaves into the vent on the camper.

I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, so I went to check out the camper.

I looked at the camper from the outside and I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about, but once I opened the back door and climbed inside the camper I saw what he was talking about. The wind-up vent was plugged full of leaves. There was no way that Richard wasn’t going to notice this.

So, up on the roof I went.

Tim’s truck was a raised 4X4 with proper off road tires. With the camper on the back the roof had to be about 3 metres off the ground.

I got all of the leaves cleared out. It was spick and span.

I went to climb down the ladder and I lost my footing.

I landed on the ground flat on my back.

I had the wind knocked out of me and all I could see was stars.

It took so much effort to start to breathe again.

One of the locals came over and helped me up and walked me back to the PMQ where Sue was.

Sue sent me up to my room with the warning that Richard was not going to be happy when he got home.

When Richard got home he was none too pleased to find what had happened. The fact that I did something stupid that could get him in trouble with his commanding officer showed that I didn’t care about his military career.

The fact that I allowed Scott out of my sight meant that Scott could have fallen off the roof of the camper.

The fact that I wasn’t responsible enough to look after my brother meant thatI should take this as a lesson and learn from this.

My left wrist was burning. My right hand was swollen, numb, and immovable. But neither were anything compared to the headache and vomiting.

My father gave me some of his 222s to help me sleep.

Two days went by and then he took me to the Charles Camsell hospital in Edmonton to get my wrists looked at.

That’s when it was discovered that I wasn’t faking anything.

A couple of the larger bones in my right wrist were fractured. My left wrist had hairline fractures and was sprained.

The headaches and the vomiting had stopped by this point so I don’t think that Richard had mentioned anything to the doctors.

I can’t remember what Richard told the doctors, but I know he didn’t mention anything about falling off campers.

My left wrist got wrapped in a tensor. My right arm was set in a cast.

For illustrative purposes only

Did you know that it’s almost impossible to wipe your own ass when your dominant hand is set in an arm cast? My left arm wasn’t much use either. Hairlines are really super sensitive to force.

I wasn’t Sue’s kid, so that was out of the question. After Richard and Sue got married Sue wasted no time in telling Scott and I that we were to address her as Sue only that we were never to call her “mom” or refer to her as our “mother”. So yeah, wiping my ass wasn’t on her list of agreed upon tasks.

Richard only kept my brother and I because “it was cheaper than paying child support”. Wiping my ass was not very high on his list of priorities.

And as much as I feared my grandmother, she had moved out of the PMQ back in the spring of 1981. Walking from the PMQ at 10215 – 138 Ave over to my grandmother’s apartment at 10611 – 111th St. to get my butt wiped wasn’t in the cards.

Many creative ways were tried and tested to wipe my ass that didn’t involve using my hands.

The cast was only supposed to stay on my right arm for six weeks, but it ended up staying on for the entire summer as Richard insisted that this was the best way to teach me to not fuck around.

A risk……. that didn’t and did work out.

Daily writing prompt
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

The last time that I took a risk of any consequence was when I disobeyed my father’s wishes and I went to the Edmonton Police Service in 2011 and tried to report my former babysitter for molesting my brother and I on Canadian Forces Base Namao from 1978 to 1980.

In 2006 when, I first broached the topic of the babysitter with my father, he heavily cautioned me against trying to report the babysitter because if I insisted on sticking my nose into this I might not like the way the shit was going to smell.

For me, reporting the babysitter was extremely important. After all, up to that point in time my father had blamed me at every opportunity for allowing the babysitter to molest my younger brother. If I hadn’t let the babysitter molest Scott, then Scott wouldn’t have been in non-stop trouble with the law.

Richard was really upset that Scott was so dependent on Richard to meet his needs in order for Scott to stay somewhat functional.

I went up to Edmonton in the summer of 2003 to visit Richard after not having seen him since moving to Vancouver in 1992. I thought that he’d be pleased to see me.

After all, when Scott moved to the Vancouver area in 1996, Richard had contacted me a couple of times to help Scott out with his car. Dead starter one time. Broken throttle cable one time. Wheel bearings another time.

Nope.

I spent more time hanging out with the stepmother that I never got along with as a kid.

Richard barely had the time of day for me, except to explain to me that he was still upset with what I allowed to happen to Scott because Scott was having so many difficulties. Richard whined about having to currently pay Scott’s rent so that Scott wouldn’t try moving back in to Richard’s house in Morinville.

Richard also whined about being “forced” to give Scott his ’83 Mustang GT. Or how he had no choice but to give Scott Sue’s old ’89 Thunderbird after Scott totalled the Mustang on one of Edmonton’s many traffic circles.

When I told Richard that I had obtained my 5th Class Power Engineering certificate and that I was working towards my 4th Class Power Engineering certificate he didn’t care. Just said that no matter what certificate I had my stupid mouth and my stupid attitude were going to keep me unemployed.

I called Richard in September of 2005 to let him know that I landed a union position at a local hospital in the physical plant.

Didn’t give a shit.

Not in the slightest.

In fact he informed me that Scott had a job in a “card board box factory” and insinuated that with all of the struggles that Scott had overcome in his life that Scott’s employment meant far more than mine.

In August of 2006, after a night of drinking at various pride events in Vancouver, I called Richard and left him a couple of messages in which I unloaded both barrels on him.

I wasn’t expecting Richard to ever call back, but he did. I had never heard him whimper like this before in my life. He was like a big dog that just got the newspaper to the snout for pissing on the carpet.

It was your grandmother that hired P.S.

I didn’t like P.S. the first time I saw him.

I told your grandmother not to hire P.S.

And yes, my father used the babysitter’s name without any prompting.

My father called me every morning for the next couple of weeks, as if he was trying to make amends for the way things had been.

But everything came to a screeching halt after I told him that I was going to go to the police to report the babysitter.

“Somethings are best left in the past”

“Let sleeping dogs lie”

“If you stick your nose into this you’re not going to like the smell of the shit”

I didn’t make my complaint to the police right away.

I had legally changed my name in anticipation of transitioning and I had too many things on the go.

In February of 2011 I entered into an out of court settlement with another party in which I represented myself. The lawyer for the other party decided to make an offer to settle and after a bit of back and forth we settled.

Because of this settlement I decided to take my chances with the babysitter.

Without criminal charges it would be near impossible to bring any type of meaningful civil action against the babysitter.

And that’s how I ended up contacting the Edmonton Police Service on March 4th, 2011.

And as we all know, things didn’t work out as planned.

I did learn some interesting things though.

And learning things was better than not learning things.

I learnt for example that my father was right, that I wasn’t going to like the smell of the shit if I stuck my nose into the events of Canadian Forces Base Namao.

I learnt that no matter which base we were stationed at, civilian social services or medical staff were concerned about my father.

I learnt that my mother didn’t abandon the family, but that my father used the Defence Establishment Trespass Regulations to have my mother booted out of the PMQ after she threatened to take my brother and I away due to his out of control drinking and physical violence.

I learnt that the child sexual abuse scandal on Canadian Forces Base Namao was far larger than what I could ever have imagined.

I learnt that the Canadian Armed Forces considered a 52 year old military chaplain with the rank of captain having sexual relations with children as young as four years of age after imbibing them with alcohol in the rectory of the base chapel was nothing more than “acts of homosexuality” thus implying that the victims of McRae were just as guilty as McRae was.

I learnt that Terry, my much reviled “shrink” in the days after the sex abuse scandal on CFB Namao, was actually a social worker in the Canadian Armed Forces with the rank of captain.

I learnt that Canadian Forces Administrative Order CFAO 19-20 explained why Terry had such a massive concern about my perceived willing participation in the “homosexual” abuse on CFB Namao and that if I didn’t get my “homosexual” urges under control that I would be going to the Alberta Hospital for psychiatric treatments.

I learnt that due to the military’s official policies against homosexuality which viewed homosexuality as a mental illness, a deviancy, and a character flaw, most parents did not want it known that their children had been involved with “acts of homosexuality” and kept their children out of the investigation.

I learnt that my family’s infamous move from Canadian Forces Base Griesbach, AB, to Canadian Forces Base Downsview, ON, in April of 1983 was not to avoid my social workers “giving me drugs to keep me from being attracted to other boys” like my father had said at the time, but was instead to avoid my apprehension by Alberta Social Services due to their concern for my safety in the home.

I learnt that a flaw contained within the National Defence Act prior to 1998 gave commanding officers within the Canadian Forces prosecutorial discretion over criminal code offences committed by their subordinates.

I learnt that another flaw contained within the National Defence Act prior to 1998 placed a 3-year-time-bar on all criminal code offences, including criminal code offences that do not have a statute of limitations.

I learnt that my father was described by social services as “often telling conflicting stories” from one meeting to the next, and “telling people he perceived to be in positions of authority what he thought they wanted to hear”. In other words, my father was a habitual liar and a sycophant.

I learnt from paperwork that I obtained from various agencies across Canada that everything that my father said during my childhood was basically a lie.

I learnt that the military justice system was defective, but that the CAF, the DND, and their various predecessors had always fought with parliament against reforming the military justice system.

I learnt that the CAF and the DND can use the Official Secrets Act and the Security of Information Act as cudgels to gag anyone who was ever subjected to the Code of Service Discipline to silence.

I learnt that the Canadian Forces Military Police and the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service are soldiers first and police officers second and that nothing in the National Defence Act places members outside of the Chain of Command and as such member of the base military police and the CFNIS must obey the lawful command of anyone with a rank superior to theirs.

I learnt that the Vice Chief of Defence Staff which is not a member of law enforcement has the right under the National Defence Act to direct any CFNIS investigation as they see fit.

I also learnt that the Supreme Court of Canada frowns upon the structure of the Canadian Forces Military Police Group as due to the hierarchy of the Canadian Forces the Minister of National Defence functions as the “chief of police” and has ultimate control over the military police even though it would be the Minister’s office that would be subjected to possible civil actions resulting from the outcomes of military police or CFNIS investigations. This is why civilian police always bring in police from other jurisdictions to investigate matters which may place the city of the first police agency at risk of civil actions.

I’ve also learnt that when people die, it doesn’t really matter for more than a few days, or maybe weeks, before everything goes on like nothing ever mattered.