Justice and Honor for My Sister

I can still vividly recall that dreadful day my parents received the telegram that Margie, my twin sister, had taken her own life. Margie, was an enlisted WAC serving as a surgical technician during WWII. A natural beauty with a witty sense of humor; she was always the strong one, fearless, determined, and adventurous. Merely days before her death, she had written me that she had found love again and said she was coming home to see her family before being deployed overseas.

The controvertible ruling of her cause of death, weighed heavily on my family, prompting decades of searching for the truth. Regrettably, our search for answers merely opened a Pandora’s box of discrepancies, skepticism, frustration, and ultimately heartache.

Plagued by recurrent dreams . . . shadows all around her . . . this image haunted me day and night, and although I had suspended my search, I never gave up hope. It was my faith and hope that sustained me.

I sought justice and honor for my sister and felt compelled to share her story, not only for closure, but for peace of mind