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A Soldier's Guide to Single Parenting - 11. Epilogue

Rizzo was the only one who knew what happened that night; although I always believed the kids suspected I had something to do with it. After what Darcy did, it was the only way it could have ended. They must have known that. It was, after all, what I had been trained to do. After that day, however, I never felt the need to own or fire another gun.

Despite how it ended, the fact is I went there intending to kill him. It was a simple act of revenge for what he did to Simon and David. Maybe that makes me no better than him but I had to make sure justice was done and that was by no means certain.

David’s recollection of what happened was vague but he remembered being hit by Darcy and the preacher was charged with attempted murder. The church, anxious to exonerate one of their elders and avoid damaging publicity predictably threw their weight behind Darcy. He was provided with the best defense team, character witnesses and he had a watertight alibi.

When news reached me he had been released on bail, I called Rizzo. I was concerned for David’s safety and I couldn’t bear the thought of Darcy being acquitted and the impact it would have on my son knowing that Simon’s murderer was free.

I knew he killed Simon even before he confessed to me but it was only after a couple of the witnesses changed their stories that the police were able to name him as the murderer. I wasn’t going to tell them about his confession and the police never questioned me. I guess they weren’t overly enthusiastic about finding the hitman of a child killer and Darcy’s murder was never solved.

He was a madman; a psychopathic killer but I was convinced he hadn’t acted alone. There were people who must have helped him from within the church. The police launched an investigation but the religion closed ranks and no one was ever charged.

The church never openly condoned Simon’s murder but as far as they were concerned, the path he chose was unacceptable and his death therefore unavoidable. His name was removed from their records and no one in the congregation was allowed to mention him. It was as if he never existed. In a sickening show of disparity, they held a memorial service for Darcy, attended by most of the elders.

They believed he was right and the system was evil. There was little respect for human laws or rules which undermined their instructions. The world and all governments would soon be destroyed by God who would save only them and their reward was a perfect world and everlasting life.

By resisting Darcy’s attempts to bring him into line and refusing to accept a religious doctrine which had been forced on him since birth, Simon had ultimately signed his own death warrant. He may have even known it too. As unthinkable as it would sound to any parent. Darcy killed his own son rather than allow him to live as a homosexual.

He must have believed David was dead when he was left in a doorway in the notorious ‘Combat Zone’, an area downtown used by prostitutes and drug addicts. After disposing of the only witness, Simon was killed the following day. Dead on arrival at the hospital following a drug overdose. The ambulance picked him up from the same house in Roxbury where he had been staying after I threw him out.

David remained in the hospital past the summer break and after a period of convalescence at home, returned to school before Thanksgiving. The only physical reminder he carries is a thin scar down the side of his cheek. It will never go away and neither will the memory of Simon, the quiet boy who stole my son’s heart and paid the ultimate price.

There is a bronze plaque in the corner of a cemetery on the edge of town that marks a grave David and I used to visit two or three times a year but now it’s only me. I go whenever I can to pay my respects. Simon is only a few hundred yards away from Kate, which means I can visit them both on the same day and I will do this for as long as I’m able.

As an outpatient, David had to undergo two further operations and extensive physiotherapy before he was able to make a full recovery. Sometimes, however, good things come out of bad and during his final stay in the hospital, he met a very special young man named Michael. He was a nurse from New York and a Yankees fan but that was the only thing I didn’t like about him.

He spent a lot of time helping my son recover both mentally and physically and the friendship they formed eventually turned into something much more.

Today is Father’s Day in the US and after twenty-eight years living with his dad, David finally left home to move in with Michael. Bobby, Jon, and Suzanne helped their brother move while I stayed at home to look after my two grandchildren. Last night, I sat proudly with my daughter, her husband, my three sons, and future son-in-law at Fenway Park to cheer the Red Sox as they beat the Yankees.

It was a special night. Before the game, David and Michael were presented with a check for $10,000 a donation from both teams to the Simon Morrison foundation. In the twelve years since his death, the charity they founded in his name had supported hundreds of young men and women across the country desperate to escape the clutches of religious cults they were born into. It was perhaps a fitting tribute to Simon that the organization which bore his name would play such a pivotal role in helping people like him avoid a similar fate.

It was a night to remember and most importantly, a night I was able to remember. I still haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since the day I was drugged by Darcy and I never will.

Being shot by my next door neighbor definitely helped and it’s Fred who I’m probably most grateful to. It was his story that finally made me realize homosexuality wasn’t to be feared. If Fred could be gay—a patriot who fought for his country and landed on Omaha Beach—then so could anyone.

Except he wasn’t. It turned out Fred wasn’t gay at all, he just made that story up, probably to help David. He didn’t witness Kennedy’s assassination either or work for the Queen of England and he was never the world record holder at 1500 meters. Instead of landing on the beaches at Normandy, he spent the war in Louisville Penitentiary serving time for fraud. He confessed all of this to me on his deathbed before making a full recovery the following day.

Poor Fred wasn’t able to cheat death for very long though and died of a heart attack the following month. He didn’t have much in the way of money but he did own his house and with no family or children, he left it to me. I probably didn’t deserve such a slice of good fortune but there was a condition he wrote into his will.

First, I had to fix the hole in the fence and they made me do it too.

I knew Kate would have been proud of our children and maybe after everything that happened, she would have been proud of me too. I was still a work in progress. I had bad days as well as good and needed professional help to deal with my memories from Vietnam.

History may not remember me as a particularly good person. I went to war and killed people, I made a lot of mistakes, neglected my children and allowed hatred and bigotry to come between my son and me. In my mind, it was going to take a hell of a lot to put it right, but I was prepared to give it my very best shot.

If you haven’t already guessed, the city where we lived was Boston, Massachusetts and the year was 1978.

Special thanks you to TimothyM, Carlos Hazday and Sweetlion for their help with this story.

If you enjoyed reading this chapter or the story as a whole then please take the time to like, leave a comment below or review the story. As always, your feedback is appreciated.
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15 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Tidy little look into their lives after a tumultuous, gripping, and ultimately satisfying journey. I was surprised, but pleased, that Jeff wasn't in a relationship, and has instead concentrated on repairing himself and his family, with the help of some therapy. Maybe now he's ready, and will feel deserving of any relationship he may develop. I really enjoyed the reveal of Fred's quirkiness. It was amusing, and his role, while small, helped drive the story. As a writer, I place great importance on side characters, and you did a good job with this one. You did a good job with the whole story, making us care immensely about this dysfunctional family. Kudos and cheers, buddy... Gary....

Thanks, Gary. I'm not used to answering this many comments but it's been good. The intention was to use Fred as a kind of distraction so that it wasn't all doom and gloom for the reader. I wanted to add a tiny bit of humour through him to lighten the mood and basically save my skin from the wrath of the mob. Anyway, I'm glad to get this one under my belt and I'm pleased that so many people stuck with the story and enjoyed it. Cheers.

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Seriously, there were echoes of the religious bigotry in the documentary I was Sunday evening, Believer. The doc focused on Imagine Dragons’ lead singer, Dan Reynolds and his frustration with the attitude of his own church, the Latter Day Saints (Mormon) towards LGBTQs. Dan, who is straight, married, with three daughters and a Mormon, had two close friends. a Lesbian couple, who declined to attend his wedding because it was conducted by Mormons. Initially, he remained quiet about the issue.

 

But he realized he needed to speak out about how the Mormon leadership’s anti-LGBTQ policies is connected to Utah’s large rise in teen suicides, a rise that shows a clear correlation to various events that made LGBTQ Mormon teens feel isolated and hopeless.

 

Dan and Tyler Glenn, also Mormon and the Openly Gay lead singer of Neon Trees, collaborated to organize LOVELOUD, now an annual concert in support of LGBTQs. It’s an attempt to initiate a conversation between Mormons and LGBTQs. A conversation focused on educating both sides instead of a confrontation or argument between the two groups.

 

 

The LDS church does not murder their LGBTQ children directly as Darcy’s ‘church’ did. But by excommunicating their LGBTQ-friendly members (you just need to be outspoken about your opposition to their LGBTQ policies, you don’t even need to be LGBTQ yourself) thus removing church, community, and sometimes even familial support. Vulnerable LGBTQ teens feel they have no choice but to commit suicide.

 

There is a group for LGBTQ Mormons. The Trevor Project offers a toll-free hotline specifically for LGBTQ teens. There is support out there if you feel the need to harm yourself. and it does get better. But as the protagonist in 1985 (a narrative movie I also saw Sunday evening) says in a letter to his younger brother (and I’m paraphrasing because my memory isn’t that great), it might get darker before it gets better. Your classmates might make fun of you for being different. You might need to leave where you are. But eventually, you’ll find friends and people like you who will love you for who you are.

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2 hours ago, droughtquake said:

Seriously, there were echoes of the religious bigotry in the documentary I was Sunday evening, Believer. The doc focused on Imagine Dragons’ lead singer, Dan Reynolds and his frustration with the attitude of his own church, the Latter Day Saints (Mormon) towards LGBTQs. Dan, who is straight, married, with three daughters and a Mormon, had two close friends. a Lesbian couple, who declined to attend his wedding because it was conducted by Mormons. Initially, he remained quiet about the issue.

 

But he realized he needed to speak out about how the Mormon leadership’s anti-LGBTQ policies is connected to Utah’s large rise in teen suicides, a rise that shows a clear correlation to various events that made LGBTQ Mormon teens feel isolated and hopeless.

 

Dan and Tyler Glenn, also Mormon and the Openly Gay lead singer of Neon Trees, collaborated to organize LOVELOUD, now an annual concert in support of LGBTQs. It’s an attempt to initiate a conversation between Mormons and LGBTQs. A conversation focused on educating both sides instead of a confrontation or argument between the two groups.

 

 

The LDS church does not murder their LGBTQ children directly as Darcy’s ‘church’ did. But by excommunicating their LGBTQ-friendly members (you just need to be outspoken about your opposition to their LGBTQ policies, you don’t even need to be LGBTQ yourself) thus removing church, community, and sometimes even familial support. Vulnerable LGBTQ teens feel they have no choice but to commit suicide.

 

There is a group for LGBTQ Mormons. The Trevor Project offers a toll-free hotline specifically for LGBTQ teens. There is support out there if you feel the need to harm yourself. and it does get better. But as the protagonist in 1985 (a narrative movie I also saw Sunday evening) says in a letter to his younger brother (and I’m paraphrasing because my memory isn’t that great), it might get darker before it gets better. Your classmates might make fun of you for being different. You might need to leave where you are. But eventually, you’ll find friends and people like you who will love you for who you are.

This is interesting. I have heard of the Trevor Project. Darcy's religion was, of course, fictitious and only loosely based upon LDS or JW beliefs but I suppose there's not a great deal of difference between murder and driving someone to suicide knowing what the likely outcome will be. It's obviously still a problem and unlikely to change from within the organizations anytime soon. Thanks @droughtquake 

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Thanks for this story Dodger, I agree with several other people that it was a difficult story to read, like Empress said I also wanted go and shake some sense into Jeff,

 and there are times I thought that I didn’t want to continue reading this story,

but I am glad that I did. I am glad that Jeff got some help. And David was able to recover and move on with his life. 

I am not surprised that the cult closed in on Darcy and stayed by him, they clearly believe in the Old Testament. The sooner people stop having religion as a crutch the better for the world as there is so much hatred and bigotry coming from that lot 

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34 minutes ago, Bft said:

Thanks for this story Dodger, I agree with several other people that it was a difficult story to read, like Empress said I also wanted go and shake some sense into Jeff,

 and there are times I thought that I didn’t want to continue reading this story,

but I am glad that I did. I am glad that Jeff got some help. And David was able to recover and move on with his life. 

I am not surprised that the cult closed in on Darcy and stayed by him, they clearly believe in the Old Testament. The sooner people stop having religion as a crutch the better for the world as there is so much hatred and bigotry coming from that lot 

Thanks @Bft I'm glad you stuck with it too. The story was completed before I began posting so I was hoping people would continue reading knowing that the ending would ease the pain. It was difficult and at times I wanted to say 'carry on reading, everything's going to be okay in the end. I couldn't do that, of course, so it's a relief to hear your comments. I'm sure not everyone was prepared to push on and I can't say I blame them either. I know it was difficult to read. Thanks so much for your support and comments.

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Lovely, well told story, my friend.

 

I was a victim of my father, and all the men who were 'customers' ... there will always be users, but i hope that the coming generations will be more accepting.  i see it in my nephew, and his friends .. the acceptance of race and sexuality, they don't dwell on it, to them they are just friends ... let's hope it continues.  Let's hope it spreads like wildfire.

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12 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

Lovely, well told story, my friend.

 

I was a victim of my father, and all the men who were 'customers' ... there will always be users, but i hope that the coming generations will be more accepting.  i see it in my nephew, and his friends .. the acceptance of race and sexuality, they don't dwell on it, to them they are just friends ... let's hope it continues.  Let's hope it spreads like wildfire.

Well said Tim and so true. I've seen it too. We're not born to hate or abuse we're taught to do that. I grew up in a very multi-racial environment and my friends came from all different backgrounds but the colour of their skin meant little more just another physical attribute. I didn't understand about racial divisions until I overheard adults talking.

 

I put it down to ignorance and fear of the unknown from a generation who had little contact with other races. I realised that even though I loved these adults what they said was wrong. I don't have kids but I have plenty of nieces and nephews and I won't pass on that hatred. If everyone can do the same, we've cracked it.

 

Thanks for reading the story, Tim.

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This story was hard to read, but the second time I started it I was able to stick in there until the end -- and I am glad I did. I will look forward to reading some of your other works -- I hope not quite so dark. You are a superior author and, even though this story was quite melodramatic the pace and characterizations were impeccable. A big vote of YES for your efforts.

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…And this story is proof that you are actually capable of ending a multiple part story! Now you need to get that poor boy out of the hospital and away from that deranged Canadian who has delusions of being an American. Yes, he's American, but he's not from the US, no matter what papers his record company produces! He might be officially ‘touring,’ but he was deported by the US!
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