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Army Rough: DINFOS Frat Hazing Gone Awry


MARYLAND – December 18, 2018

USA Really receives tons of correspondence from our readers, which serve as a basis for our stories. Recently, USA Really got an e-mail from a former US Army soldier who encountered hostile violence in the Army. He is a Russian national, naturalized as a US citizen, suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) but without access to medical care. You can read his story below and if you have survived a similar horror, please write to us.

An active duty soldier in 2009, I completed boot camp and was sent to the Defense Information School for Advanced Individual Training. One day I was witnessing student soldiers cheer having laced my movie popcorn with laxative, touting the prank as a fee for immigrants from the state with reputation for murdering activists with poison. A private called me “chekist” (in a broader meaning, “chekist” is a KGB agent – USA Really), while she and others flung food pellets onto my uniform. Since the army has a strict policy against speech demeaning to national origin I started using pen and paper to write its transcripts.

Two months earlier I left the Ft. Jackson dining hall throwing up and severely sick after an unknown toxic substance was thrown onto my plate. Unable to eat properly, I didn’t miss a single day of training, while drills of 2nd platoon 2/13 D. company kept telling me to soldier up and keep my mouth shut. Under the accompaniment of hateful cheers, I committed to a decision to end the food poisoning incidents, even if it meant an early exit from the army.

I waited until the next lunch to seek out the same group and dumped a heap of greasy grub onto their uniforms, faces and hair and then extended an invitation to continue the confrontation outside. Later that day, as I waited in the darkness of the 6th Cavalry Road smoking area, half a dozen trained killers appeared with onlookers in tow. The latter were warned to stay back and then it was time to stand ground. The assailants, disparaged by the disadvantage in motivation to defend, were halted with an indelible scene of butchery.

When calm was restored, the pain-stricken gang was forced to disclose the basis of the persecution. It was revealed that I was presumed a descendant of red terror “chekists” through rumors originating from ABL Electronics - a company where I had a job while attending college. My coworkers once contrived a practical joke of a breakfast bagel ingrained with a chipped metal screw. It cost tremendously over a series of surgeries. Some of those civilian pranksters were former military and had called for a fight then. In retrospect, my meeting with the AIT flock a decade and a half later was not accidental.

It’s common knowledge that the KKK is deemed a domestic enemy, and I volunteered to present a challenge to anyone in their ranks. Undoubtedly, the supremacists understand the language of force. Thus supervised, administered fights became my chore of duty while student companies of the campus brought forth a pool of sparring candidates. Days of duels were followed by debriefings and the speech transcripts were scrutinized in group discussions. Company officers who watched their privates fight bloodily and loud for days demanded knowing every detail of how the confrontations escalated. My opponents found themselves in hot water and I was sent to Walter Reed Medical Center to receive a discharge recommendation.

At around the same time I learned that my paycheck was being fulfilled in grade E2 despite of E3 enlistment, a form of special treatment for green card holders while the army investigated the validity of their education certificates. It didn’t matter that my diploma was retrieved from the records of an American college and well in advance of enlistment.

Army Rough: DINFOS Frat Hazing Gone Awry

I became a civilian in September when the real torment began. The Department of Labor turned down my insurance payments under the premise that “Failed Physical Evaluation Board” vs. “Failed Physical/Medical” did not match in the narrative. One is a qualifying clause on the DoL list and the other is on my discharge certificate.

From our communication, I gained the impression that the staff didn’t think I possessed the proper level of English and had failed at training. The verbal guarantee of unemployment insurance given by Sergeant Cornelius the next day materialized in an overdraft debt trap. The debts accumulated through that scheme were reported to the credit bureau well after the date I had them settled to the last dime and without a mailed notice. It’s not in accordance with the laws and, while a company called NCO Financial admitted its wrong in the BBB correspondence, I received score damages and no compensation.

The denial of unemployment insurance along with the E2/E3 discrepancy in my discharge with enlistment sent an unambiguous negative signal to prospective employers. At my third interview with Bank of America the HR manager posed the choice to admit bad conduct and demotion. Ms. Mitchell presumed that since I was not naturalized six months after the service I had a bad army record to hide. My explanation that the application was in process did not register attention and I didn’t get the job. The HR had expressed disbelief that someone would wait to become a citizen rather than rush at first opportunity. I was naturalized less than two months later and the company called with a practical job offer in only few hours. Our last meeting touched base on gruesome subjects and I refused without hesitation.

After a year and a half of searching, work with decommissioned equipment greeted me at American Express. An abused portable computer with a physically broken keyboard, the machine displayed a warning as insecure by company regulations at every login. Management was concerned about reminding me that with the computer came a job. In spite of USERRA, the law meant to protect service members in a workplace, I was selected for the lowbrow treatment that my colleagues observed in disbelief. An attempt to discuss the violations of worker rights on the 28th floor of Vesey 200, NYC with the DoL was met with ridicule and descended into insults. My employment in the USA ended as a senior prank, just as it began with a screw in a chunk of dough so many years ago in Michigan.

I abandoned the hell of the DoL to live in Asia where my location is a further excuse for the authorities responsible for VA care to refuse all dialog. I have PTSD and live without access to medical care and would like to relay this information because I am in need of help.

Author: USA Really