I seem to be in the minority here. Being in so conspicuous a position, I feel a need to defend myself somewhat. I am not anti-gay. I’ve never had the homosexual impulse myself, but I have had friends and acquaintances who do, and who embrace it.
I met a guy back in school, who as it turned out was gay. Once he accepted the fact that I am entirely heterosexual, we were able to be friends. He told me this story:
He had been a sergeant in the U.S. Air Force, the Military Air Transport Service, working in logistics at a base in Thailand. This was as the Vietnam war was winding down. The Nixon administration’s defense department was engaging in a witch-hunt of sorts, to distract public attention away from the debacle in Vietnam. Anyway, they began a campaign of strict enforcement of the ban on gays in the military, and embarked upon a purge of all who were detected. My friend was one. All gays discovered in the Air Force were transferred to Laughlin AF Base, in Texas. It became a sort of concentration camp, you might say. He said there were about forty of them there, all feeling kind of dazed and scared about what was going to happen to them.
In essence, they were offered a deal. If they would relinquish all claims to veterans’ benefits, including education, and accept immediate expulsion from the service, they would not be prosecuted, and they’d all receive an honorable discharge. Go quietly, no court martial. Did I mention these guys were all draftees? Anyway, all but one accepted the deal. Sgt. Matlovich became a national celebrity after a fashion. He made the cover of Newsweek magazine, as I recall. He was court martialed, convicted, and served some time in the stockade before being dishonorably discharged.
There is a happy ending. It was a struggle for him, but my friend Rich did manage to earn an associate degree in computer programming. In about 1982, I think it was, he moved down to Texas, where he and two of his gay service buddies put their logistics training to good use. This was when those pre-cooked meals in vacuum pouches were just coming onto the market. They formed a distribution company together, and got in on the ground floor. Those convenience dinners turned out to be pretty popular, and the partners have done well.
I like to imagine a retired colonel somewhere, barely scraping by on his meager pension, while my friend is a millionaire, living in a nice home in a suburb of Houston. There is sometimes justice in this world.