So very true and sometimes, we're trying so hard to make it through that we focus right through some pretty terrible stuff without seeing it at the time. Case in point, post plebe summer,m I was placed into a three man room with a classmate who was a distance swimmer who spent a huge amount of time away from the room and another guy (Roommate B) who'd had a year of College NROTC under his belt. Both the latter and I were not regarded as good plebes and got run pretty hard. I remember not liking or having much of anything to do with Roommate B but not a lot of specific reasoning. As it happened, our room was on a different deck than most of our company and we were actually next to a room of plebes from the another company and they became and remain good friends to this day. I served with one of them in the fleet and over the years, he'd often laugh at how many times he'd heard me yelling "(Roommate B) Put me Down!" repeatedly and that it seemed to be pretty often. After hearing this over the years and having no memory of it, I mentioned it to a counselor who I was seeing due to a nasty divorce. She worked with me on it and in the end, it turned out that he used to throw me around the room and generally beat the snot out of me, probably to work out his stress. I should add, that I was 5'6"/150 and he was 6'4 and about 250 ellbees. Nobody knew or if they did, they've never said anything except for the guys who thought that we were horseplaying. I can tell you that most assuredly, there was no horseplay between the two of us. I think that this was totally him working out his frustrations of plebe year on me. After plebe year, we found other roommates and I don't think we ever exchanged a single word with each other.
It's tough to even write about it. I've told a few friends from my company and even the third roommate from then had no idea that this was going on but when he sat with the guys from the other company who told of hearing me yell day after day, he was convinced.
PS: He died less that 20 yrs after we graduated - reportedly a heart attack.[/QUOTE]
I have been thinking about this post for since I read it RetSWO. I know it sits way back in on a list of shipt sticks presented, and challanges overcome. That said, it must have sucked dealing with the load of stuff that a plebe takes on, and then finding that the one place on base where you should be able to relax (your room) is shared with a giant clown who made a "punching bag" (my term not yours) out of his roommate. The guy was supposed to be a shipmate, somebody you could lean on ----- not another challenge you had to deal with.
I get that would be hard to write about. I am sorry you had to go through that; not in a weepy nurturing mommy kinda way. Sorry like, "naw that shouldn't happen in a just and ordered universe".
Just---saying