It never ends – by a SVC friend & guest commentator.

Jesus Christ…. it never ends.

What I just don’t get is why all these morons continue to pull the same shit, i.e – They are ALWAYS either JTF2, ex-airborne or snipers with the RCR or PPCLI. (Or ex-SEAL’s, Delta or SAS) Next up, they almost ALWAYS have a ridiculous rack of medals and almost always have at least ONE medal for Valour.

Do they not realise that real soldiers in an Army as small as ours can easily find out if they actually served anywhere quite quickly? Do they not realise that real soldiers can ask a few questions to them and be able to smell bullshit from their answers?

One of my favorite responses from these dicks is “My file is sealed.” Oh really asshole? Guess what? ALL our “files” are “sealed” and cannot be accessed until a specific number of years have elapsed after our deaths unless we specifically make the request to obtain a copy. You want to try pulling off being a poser successfully,(although a real soldier will still be able to suss you out easily with a few questions) then stop trying to be a super soldier. Be a grey man.

Don’t be a sniper/airborne jumper/special forces guy. Be a regular infantryman in a line Company and make certain you do not claim a rank higher than Corporal.

Next, if you want to try and make yourself look like a soldier who actually did something, make your rack common – A GCS, CPSM, SFOR and CD. No one would look twice at that rack and raise alarm bells but you still get to have some medals to impress the “civvies” at the Remembrance Day parades. Study the uniform of the unit you intend to pose as to make sure your buttons and bows are of the right type and placement is correct. Avoid the temptation to score a sand or maroon coloured beret and skip over the jump wings / pathfinder pins on eBay.

I know the urge to look like a real war hero is strong, but these accoutrements almost always send real soldier’s fake soldier radar up. Avoid Legion’s and service clubs at all costs – real soldiers and Veterans will be there and your odds of getting caught increase by a factor of 10.

Avoid the online military forums completely. There, you will only find real soldiers and Veterans going back 50-60 years and your fuckery will be sussed out rapidly with such a large collection of troops who have served in virtually every time period. branch and trade from WWII to present. Alas, the egos of these shit stains is simply to gargantuan to allow themselves to fabricate themselves as a regular, run of the mill soldier who served in relative ignominy in a line Company. Their need to be viewed as a real war hero is simply to strong for them to create their Veteran persona in a common light.

Those of us who served honourably, but not as “war heroes” are extremely proud of our service and feel no need to embellish.

I did my part and am proud of that.

I have friends who earned MMV’s and SMV’s whom I respect greatly, but to steal those distinctions you have never earned, in this Veteran’s opinion, is the ultimate in scumbag.

Sadly, SVC will be doing this work as long as we have a military, as pathetic individuals will continually be popping out of the woodwork as long as there is glory and honour there for the stealing.

Keep up the solid work SVC.

STOLEN VALOUR AND THE CRIMINAL CODE OF CANADA

By Michael Blais

I have been travelling to Ottawa on a regular basis since 2011, when the Canadian Veterans Advocacy was first invited to participate with Veterans Affairs Canada stakeholder group. I was soon appalled to note that reprehensible crimes of stolen valour were being perpetrated even as we assembled on the National War Memorial at the eleventh hour on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month.

At the poser level, -a poser being an individual who has never served yet poses as a soldier-, one incident was particularly remarkable. Readers will remember the case of an individual being interviewed prior to the National Remembrance Service wearing a CAF dress uniform and posing as a sergeant of The Royal Canadian Regiment. The individual brazenly added the Medal of Bravery to his other illegitimate medals, jump wings and pathfinders badge to complete his bogus ensemble. His false but impressive symbols of martial merit drew the attention of the national media. The consequences were immediate, starkly profound and by mid-afternoon, sharp eyed Royal Canadians had “outed” the individual as a fraud. As a result, I was invited to the CBC studio in Ottawa to do an interview on the subject of Stolen Valour for The National. Criminal charges were levied, and justice in this case was served.

There have also been instances of deplorable embellishment, wherein yes, the individual did serve yet felt compelled to dishonestly embellish their service by adding medals, parachute wings and other unearned honorifics to their uniforms. A prominent charity and several veterans organizations were adversely impacted by such acts of fraud, with reputations being besmirched (guilt by association) and relationships being irrevocably destroyed.

Stolen Valour Canada (SVC) emerged in 2014 as an independent, self funded, group of veterans willing to volunteer their time and military experience to provide an internet-based platform which investigates reports of alleged Stolen Valour across Canada. During the past 7 years, these veteran volunteers have exposed over three score of posers and embellishers who were exploiting national service & sacrifice in order to deceive Canadians across the nation. The accused have invariably been  provided with options.  An apology letter and the return of the medals is all that is required and many who have been exposed have availed themselves of this option, measly surrendering their fraudulent “trinkets” along with a public apology in order to escape those punitive provisions set out under the Criminal Code of Canada (section 419). For years now, SVC has provided expert advice to affected law enforcement agencies with one precedent setting conviction in 2019 resulting in a steep monetary fine and probation. A number of other cases currently remain in the cue, with criminal proceedings proceeding.

So why do these individuals do it? Why do they pose as a soldier or, in my opinion even worse worse, a soldier who embellishes their military service by adding undeserved medals, parachute wings, commendations and other trinkets?

The SVC response line to this question is blunt: Most individuals reported to SVC  were declared to be “grifters and con artists who lie, cheat and steal for their personal gain.” Some posers have used “their Special Status to attend military ceremonies, Remembrance Day services, parades or charity sponsored galas and high profile sporting events as VIP guests.” Others have participated in fully funded commemorative pilgrimages and expeditions abroad. Some have used “fake military narratives and tales of battlefield injuries to advance their employment opportunities and political aspirations.”

The list of motives to impersonate a soldier includes; Intimidation, theft, fraud ( which includes examples of nefariously applying for veteran/military discounts), questionable charity schemes, embezzlement and dating schemes. In one bizarre incident, the miscreant poser went so far as to claim that he had committed war crimes as a Special Forces Chief Warrant Officer, while at a presentation to six* schoolchildren!
*actually 600 schoolchildren (SVC)

Every time this occurs, of course,  truly deserving veterans are increasingly doubted and our reputation as a unique community is blighted.

So, how does SVC oversight work?

First, most of the ‘poser’ reports of Stolen Valour SCV receives are levied by veterans. When instances of embellishment arise, the suspect is often identified by veterans who served in the individual’s same regiments or units. Specific details are required, and if the allegations have merit, SVC conducts an investigation based “on open sources, public information, unit war diaries and timelines”. Please note that SVC has a rigorous set of Standard Operating Procedures. Research information is peer reviewed, and should the “smoking gun” or an admission of guilt be absent, the names of the suspected posers/embellishers are not published. It is also noteworthy that SVC does not have access to MPRR and depends on protocols inherent with the Access to Information Act to confirm or deny service and medal-commendation-parachute wing aberrations.

Should you feel that there is a poser or embellisher preying on your community, reach out to SVC through this link.

stolenvalour.ca

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Dwayne “Corporal Cornflake“ EISEN & his foot long Special Service Medal

In early 2019, SVC asked a number of questions regarding Mr Dwayne Curtis EISEN and his claimed military service.

It was quickly reported back to us that Eisen claims were a complete fabrication! We also received assurances that Dwayne EISEN would be encouraged to leave his make believe uniform in his tickle trunk and stop passing himself off as a combat engineer who was Wounded In Action (WIA) while serving with 1 Combat Engineer Regiment in Task Force 1-08 in Afghanistan 

Well, imagine our surprise when he resurfaced during Remembrance Day 2019 in Okanagan Falls and, once again, he stood in the blood of our wounded and fallen!

Eisen has a well documented history of attending events of remembrance in a military themed costume dating back at least 3 years.

The details.

In early 2019, we received numerous complaints about an individual named Dwayne EISEN, who claimed to be a combat engineer who was Wounded In Action in Afghanistan. Eisen had been an active participant numerous branch events and routinely wore a dishevelled uniform as a member of the colour party of Legion Branch 227 in Okanagan Falls, BC.

As per our SOP, we attempted to contact Eisen and provide him with every opportunity to sort out the situation however, we were blocked across the board.

It was reported back to us that Mr Eisen has his military claims were nothing but a complete fabrication and, he knows what he is doing it’s not right and is trying and that he doesn’t accept criticism well”. And, he “really wants to help out and is having an extremely hard time recently.

Through an intermediary, we then contacted a key leader of the Legion’s “provincial command” and were told that the local leadership had given him assurances that Eisen would no longer be involved in ceremonial activities and that he would be encouraged to stop wearing his ridiculous uniform. 

Taking into consideration Eisen’s personal circumstances, at that time, and the assurances that we wouldn’t wear the uniform again @ events of remembrance, SVC made the decision at that time not to identify him or his location on our media platforms. 

Why? Because we ain’t ogres…

http://stolenvalour.ca/index.php/2019/02/28/because-we-aint-ogres/

We were shocked when this imposter resurfaced on Remembrance Day 2019 wearing the same uniform, medal and insignia that caused us to investigate his claimed service in the first place. When we attempted to clarify the situation with the OK Falls legion, we were told that Eisen was no longer a member of the RCL. 

Shortly thereafter, we were contacted by a former RCL Zone Commander who seemed amiable to assist in sorting this situation out, and when we pushed for a timely, appropriate, local area solution that would not involve us initiating a formal complaint with the authorities.

He immediately changed his tack and said that “command” had ordered him not to communicate with us! We found that a most interesting response, as we had just been told that Eisen wasn’t a member but, the former zone guy that says that he is…

Bottom line, Eisen has no verifiable military service and he did not serve in Afghanistan as a Combat Engineer. His claim of being WIA in a mine strike is a complete fabrication that does not sit well with us who have had friends wounded and killed in action. Of course, the unchecked wear of a “uniform” is disrespectful to all of us who serve and that have served.

So, where are we now? 

SVC’s objective in this matter is to separate Eisen from the uniform, the bogus Special Service Medal and insignia. That action alone will remove any temptation from him to play dress up and claim to have be a combat wounded veteran.

Mr Eisen, it’s long past time to surrender your clown suit! 

CHIMO!

Update 23-24 January

Eisen’s tales of combat service in Afghanistan in 2008 and being wounded in action has received considerable attention from the press

https://www.castanet.net/news/Penticton/275429/OK-Falls-Legion-removes-photo-of-man-accused-of-stolen-valour?fbclid=IwAR1cVTUMYTq1CnZm5CQTpdh-I3zZrNFDN3cnxHHYAHIqp74ms1Y9KgKQ2Hw

https://globalnews.ca/news/6454816/stolen-valour-canada-okanagan/?fbclid=IwAR0DXoxNPCMhbK-Y7Cpr9exToQJT122enaBIq09PqJDQYioBa3o8F8h88cc

As a result of the pressure exerted by those who were offended by the display of the Eisen’s photograph among legitimate veterans, it has now been removed from the RCL’s Wall of Honour.

It’s long past time for Dwayne Curtis Eisen of Okanagan Falls, BC to stop insulting the service and sacrifice of our wounded and fallen. 

SVC expects him to surrender the dishevelled, military themed, clown suit for appropriate disposal action and publicly apologize for his reprehensible actions.

And, stop using a cropped photographic image from 1 July 2008 @ Kandahar Air Field as “proof” of your service in Afghanistan. Some of us were there for the event you claim to have attended, we know the individuals involved, and no matter what you told your significant other, friends and enablers, it ain’t you in the picture dude!

Veterans take mental health issues seriously and many fight the stigma of PTSD on a daily basis yet, Eisen, who has no verifiable military service, perpetuates lies and mistruths that lead to the view that all returning service members are damaged goods…

Johann JEPPE – Code name “SIMBA” – Fake South African SF Operator

Mr Jeppe had been on our radar for quite some time after he claimed to have been a highly decorated reconnaissance commando – a member of ”the RECCES”. However, it took the assistance of a former South African Army Paratrooper and a SF Operator to join the dots for us and put SVC in contact with the SASF Association. The association have published a letter refuting his commando claims and posted him up on their website Wall of Shame – March 2020.

http://www.recce.co.za/bogus-individuals
It’s amazing to the lengths that individuals will go in order to create a military persona. Imagine, (1) creating a bogus email account / website to communicate with with individuals / organizations.  The bogus account is hosted by fastdomains in Burlington, Massachusetts. Now, why would a South African Special Forces unit need to use a US based web host? http://1recce.com/index.htm


(2) send an email from the bogus account stating that the individual is a highly decorated SF operator, AND (3)  providing a number and code name that only a legitimate operator would know as confirmation of their service…  Nice try “Simba”! 

Did this fella actually make the trek to the summit of Kilimanjaro or, did he just make it as far as the park entrance for a photo op?

Jeppe’s claim to be a recipient of the Honoris Crux (Silver) / Cross of Honour (Silver), a military decoration which was awarded to members of the South African Defence Force for exceptional bravery in great danger. 


Every recipient is known and their names are listed on-line, Jeppe isn’t on the list!

This fake has more nerve than a toothache, pretending to be a South African recce commando. Obviously, he figured that no one in Calgary would question his claims of military service on the other side of the world…

Here’s a news flash Jeppe, there’s an international movement to stop individuals like you from standing in blood of the wounded and fallen. 

It’s long past time for you to surrender the bogus uniform, medals and insignia and apologize for you actions. 

What’s in it for them?

What’s in it for them?

We are often asked how do posers, fakes and embellishers gain from their medallic fuckery™?

Over the course of the past few years, it’s become apparent that the vast majority of individuals reported to us are nothing more than grifter & con artists who lie, cheat or steal for their own personal gain!

They have used their “special status” to attend military ceremonies and parades, military themed galas and high profile sporting events as VIP guests. Some have participated in fully funded overseas pilgrimages & adventurous expeditions, more have “advocated” on veterans issues without the requisite knowledge, experience or service!

Fakes and embellishers have even acquired “trauma support” dogs and mobility equipment that should have gone to legitimate veterans.  Many have used their fake military narratives and tales of battlefield injuries to advance their employment opportunities & political aspirations.

Others are involved in intimidation, theft, fraud including accessing veteran/military discounts, questionable charity schemes, embezzlement and dating scams.

We are well aware of individuals using their fabricated experiences and bogus medals to justify and/or elicit sympathy for their bad behaviour, this is particularly evident with those who claim to have been Prisoners of War.

One absolute fake, claiming to be a combat wounded, Vietnam Vet had his “service” honoured by a professionally painted portrait by a volunteer artist!

We have found that Mental Health issues are not usually a factor in the cases reported to us. However, we have piquetted and bypassed a small number of individuals who clearly don’t have the intellectual/mental capacity to understand the nature of their actions.

In fact, we have channeled a number of individuals to mental health agencies as our interactions with them caused us some concerns.

 

Remember folks, they are grifters and con artists…

Jack Proulx – Sole survivor? Dude!

Cool story Bro however, there a few red flags with his claims…

Sole survivor? 50K bounty on his head? They are combat indicators of massive liar!

Claims he arrived in Saigon (actually Ho Chi Minh City ) September 1976! Was he a member of the Vietnamese Peoples Army?

The Barrett 50 Cal Sniper Rifle went into US Army operational service in 1990 during Operation Desert Shield / Desert Storm yet, he was making record distance kill shots in 1976!

According to Jack, a sniper is basically classified as a murderer, a killer.

“Nobody likes him. Nobody. Not even your commanding officer likes you, they don’t because you are above them. They’re scared of you.”

The truth is out there…

The online story has been deleted however, the text version in available…

Sniper finds love in war of seclusion
 
Posted by Lyonel Doherty | Nov 11, 2020 | Community, Featured |
 
Vietnam veteran Jack Proulx grew up with a huge chip on his shoulder, getting into trouble with the law until a judge gave him an ultimatum: jail or the army? That changed his life forever, looking down the sights of a 50-calibre sniper rifle. (Photo by Lyonel Doherty)
 
Lyonel Doherty
Times-Chronicle
 
Though he was one of the best, nobody wanted anything to do with Jack Proulx.
Maybe it was because his only friend was a sniper rifle that could erase you from a mile away.
Maybe it was because he never missed.
Whatever the reason, he didn’t really care. He had a job and he followed orders; that was all that mattered.
Until he met Wilhelmina, his resolute protector. But we’ll get to her later because Jack had a war to fight.
 
His life began in 1954 in Penticton, courtesy of Paul and Alice Proulx. Sadly, they divorced when Jack was only six years old.
 
At age 12 he was old enough to tell a judge which parent he wanted to live with; he chose his father in Penticton as opposed to his mother who moved back to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Five years later he found himself in trouble with the law in the deep south.
“I had a chip on my shoulder; I would fight at the drop of a hat,” Jack said, recalling his less than desirable upbringing.
 
In front of one judge in Louisiana, he was charged with assault after seriously hurting someone in a fight.
 
The magistrate acknowledged that he wasn’t a bad person who simply needed some direction, and since he liked fighting so much, she gave him a choice – jail for a year or he could sign up for the army for a two-year hitch.
“I don’t like crowbar hotels (jails), been in a few prior to that.”
Okay, where do I sign? he asked.
 
“I had nothing going for me. I was, like she said, a lost soul who needed direction.”
At 17, he went down the hall, signed the papers and that was it. You had to be 18 to join the military back then, but the army made an exception because the judge requested it.
Jack treated the order as punishment and found his first three months in the army very difficult. He often questioned the officers and the orders they gave him, which was taboo in the army.
 
One day his drill sergeant told Jack he was a good soldier but had to lose the attitude.
“All we’ve done is try to make a better man of you, so you need to get that chip off your shoulder and forget about your past and start living for the future.”
 
Days later jack received an invite to the sergeant’s house for dinner. Oh, no, here’s another lecture, he thought. But after three days of being treated like family, something happened.
“When I left that house and went back to my barracks, back to duty, my life just changed, Jack said, choking up. “I understood what they were trying to tell me.”
Jack Proulx’s platoon in 1976
(Photo contributed)
 
After graduating from advanced infantry training in Missouri, Jack was shown a film about the Special Forces division, which trained top notch soldiers. He wanted to be one of them, so he signed up.
Among many skills, he learned how to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
In the end, he was one of two recruits who graduated from the program; the other three dropped out.
 
After 30 days leave, he shipped out for his first tour in Vietnam in 1971. From 1972 to 1975 he was training people around the world, training them how to shoot since he was an elite sniper.
 
Jack got out of the service in 1975 and became a civilian for six months, but he couldn’t handle it because he needed a regimented lifestyle. So, he re-enlisted and returned to Vietnam, landing in Saigon in September of 1976.
“I remember that I got off the plane and the chaplain was there,” he said, recalling the Special Forces rituals where soldiers talk to priests before their assignments.
“It’s hard because this is part of who you are; you train, you live, you breathe, you eat this (profession).”
 
Jack never talked about his assignments after he left the army. It was too private, too difficult.
“When I got out of the army, I was married, um, I uh, was gonna lose my wife because of my . . . life. I was shocked, I was wounded, I figured the world owed me.”
 
If someone made a loud noise around him, he would crawl underneath a table. If there was thunder outside . . . “I don’t know how many times my wife dug me out of the closet.”
Jack came home after his second tour and had the scars to prove it – a gunshot and stab wound, which he sewed up himself.
 
As a sniper, he and his spotter lived a life of seclusion without a medic.
“There’s no chow line, there’s nothing. You eat your rations and that’s it.”
He noted that being a sniper is a very lonely existence because no one wants anything to do with you. According to Jack, a sniper is basically classified as a murderer, a killer.
“Nobody likes him. Nobody. Not even your commanding officer likes you, they don’t because you are above them. They’re scared of you.”
 
Jack said his finger is only now starting to get its print back.
“I used to sit for hours with a fingernail file and file that finger because of the fact that when you pull the trigger, you want every sensation on that trigger.”
Jack admitted it was not a good feeling being a killer.
 
“Hell, (even) my spotter didn’t want anything to do with me.”
But when you are given orders, you must carry them out, and you just “pray to God” that they are right.
Jack always prided himself on knowing exactly that he was doing the right thing.
“They had to prove to me that this needed to be done before I pulled the trigger.”
 
When he finally came home from duty, Jack stayed isolated from everyone, even his own family.
One day when his mother woke him up for his medication, he instinctively lashed out and broke her jaw, which took 86 wires to mend. He felt so low after that he “needed a stepladder to kiss a rattlesnake’s butt.”
That’s when he decided to get help by signing himself into a psychiatric hospital in Calgary. He remained there for six months.
Jack Proulx stands in front of the guard tank where he was stationed in Frankfurt, Germany. He was on a three-day leave when Priebbe (his spotter) took a photo of him.
 
Back to the jungle
Jack was always camouflaged with his surrounding area during assignments. He carried a 50-calibre Barrett rifle which he treated like solid gold. His farthest (and last) shot was a distance of 1,785 yards, taking many factors into account, such as windage, elevation and light.
He had a starlight/starbright scope for day and night missions, which were dictated by his superiors.
 
Jack said the intelligence gathering was good in those days.
“I always double checked to make sure it was. I never, ever pulled the trigger on an innocent. I didn’t and I will not, and they knew that.”
Jack and his spotter had to walk to wherever they had to set up, and just waited until the opportunity arose.
 
“I’ve sat and waited for five days. You take shifts sleeping, you take shifts eating, you take shifts going to the latrine.”
His targets were all high-profile people, such as generals and commanders.
“They were shots that were necessary. They were shots that were . . . these people were instigating more and more fighting and we had to shut them down.”
His superiors knew that if they took these targets out, it would disrupt the enemy and give U.S. ground forces more leverage.
 
“I’m not a hero; I was just a soldier, just one little piece of the big picture,” said Jack, who doesn’t want the hero badge and never asked for it.
But many times he found himself behind enemy lines, and if he would have got caught . . . he doesn’t even want to think about it.
 
“They had a price on my head when I left there, for the Vietnamese who would kill me. It was $50,000 U.S. for somebody that could take me out.”
Jack knew there were enemy snipers after him, in fact, there were many times he had to firefight his way out.
 
He said the unfortunate fact about Barrett is its muzzle flash, which can give away your position.
“Once that muzzle flash went off, you better hope to hell you had a good escape route because they were coming after you. They knew where you were.”
Jack said he never missed a shot in his life.
He recalled one assignment with his spotter (nicknamed Priebbe), who was a “short, sawed-off little runt.” But, boy, was he good, Jack said.
They got sent into a place to take care of a problem, a warmongering general.
Jack and Priebbe did their usual reconnaissance and waited for four days. Finally, the target showed up and Jack made the shot.
 
“Just as the shot sounded, all hell broke loose. I don’t know how they found out where we were that fast.”
Normally, the target is laying on the ground before you hear the shot, Jack explained. But this time they came under fire immediately. So they ran like hell to their landing zone for extraction. But on the way they encountered three Viet Cong, which forced them into hand-to-hand combat.
 
Jack took a bayonet in the arm, and Priebbe got one in the leg,” Jack recalled. But they managed to take care of business and make it to the extraction point.
In the chopper, Jack proceeded to sew up his own arm, while Priebbe took the sewing needle to his leg.
 
Jack’s last shot (a general) in Saigon was just as memorable. At the time, all of the American forces were trying to pull out of Vietnam.
He said nobody could ever get a clear shot at this general, however, their intelligence told them he would be at a certain spot at a certain time.
 
The shot was more than a mile (1,785 yards), but Jack figured if this was going to put a stop to the “bullshit,” he was going to do it.
It was the only time he missed the exact mark he was aiming for (off by one inch).
“He still dropped. He wasn’t going to walk again, he wasn’t going to live again.”
After the shot, they headed to the landing zone, with Priebbe leading the way with the M16 (to deal with any resistance).
“We didn’t think anybody was behind us, honestly.”
 
Jack was shot and he went down, and he heard the helicopter pilot tell Priebbe to leave him because he was dead. But Priebbe said he wasn’t leaving anybody behind, especially Jack.
“So, you hold that f–king bird and you keep it on the ground or I’ll shoot you out of the air,” Priebbe told the pilot. He then threw Jack over his shoulder and piled him into the chopper, where a machine gunner was laying ground fire with an M60.
 
Jack remembered waking up in Frankfurt, Germany where doctors tended to his wound, a bullet in the buttocks. And he still has the bullet in there because it’s lodged in the lower part of his spine.
 
“If they take it out they (doctors) can’t guarantee I’ll ever walk again.”
Jack was sent home to the loving arms of his wife in Louisiana in 1977.
Veteran soldier Jack Proulx reads an emotional love letter from his wife, who promised her faithfulness and devotion during the Vietnam war.
(Photo by Lyonel Doherty)
 
He reminisced about the time he met Wilhelmina, a Dutch girl. He was on leave and decided to explore Holland. Well, he and his comrades got “tanked up” and they wanted to visit the red light district, but Jack decided to check out a local tavern.
He couldn’t remember where his hotel was, so the barmaid (Wilhelmina) invited him to her home to stay overnight. But he explained he wasn’t that type of guy, to which she replied she lived with her parents.
He slept on the couch and awoke the next morning to an older lady standing over him talking in Dutch.
“My mom wants to know what you want for breakfast,” Wilhelmina said as she came down the stairs.
That night he went back to the tavern to see her and they just “hit it off.”
“Finally, (after two and a half weeks) I said to her, ‘let’s get married.’”
She said, “Ya.”
“We just knew, we knew. I could start a sentence and she’d finish it. She could start a sentence and I’d finish it. We just knew that we were meant to be.”
 
Rummaging through his war memorabilia, Jack came across a letter she wrote to him 45 years ago:
“Sweetheart, I love you very much. I can hardly wait for you to come home. You’re the most important person in my life. No one or anything else is more important than you are. Before I met you, I thought all men were the same, but you proved me wrong. You gave me everything I ever wanted in life. You don’t have to worry about me being unfaithful to you because I will never screw around on you. I’ve got what I want in life and that’s all I need.”
Jack paused a moment before saying that Wilhelmina now has dementia and is in a care home in Penticton. Sometimes she forgets who he is but he still calls her his “rock.”
“She has always been right beside me. Always. When I came home (from Vietnam), I don’t know what I would have done without her,” he said in tears. “She saved me. She was my rock. Five foot nothing, a hundred and five pounds and she was my rock.”
That love letter was in a hope chest that survived a fire that destroyed their home in Louisiana.
 
“When the house caught on fire, I literally threw her out of the bedroom window. Went running back in, got my two kids and threw them out the same window, and the last thing she said to me was, ‘Grab the hope chest.’”
They sat there and watched their house burn to the ground. What they had left was in that hope chest.
 
Jack said he is the only one left in his original platoon, noting everyone else either committed suicide or died in accidents or drug overdoses.
“When we came home from Vietnam we were not liked, even by our own people. We were called baby killers, we were . . . (shunned).”
 
Jack had to pick up odd jobs to support his family. He was never one to freeload and never relied on employment insurance.
He visits Wilhelmina, 72, whenever he can, despite her memory getting worse. “She hardly remembers me,” he said.
Last week she was having a good day and told Jack to find another woman because “you can’t live alone.”
 
“I told her, no, nobody can ever even come close to you.” The standard (set) is too high.”
Jack turns 66 on Remembrance Day.
 

https://www.timeschronicle.ca/sniper-finds-love-in-war-of-seclusion/?fbclid=IwAR2ec-qos35UBTtlfNND_UFAix3ENs6IzS47Hil0fSkX1ZrdYXU4fmRYwMI

Military Romance Scams

SVC regularly receives questions about online dating scams. There is some useful information in this link provided by the US Army.

Nous recevons régulièrement des questions sur les arnaques de rencontres en ligne. Il y a de bonnes informations dans ce lien l’armée américaine.

https://www.army.mil/socialmedia/scams/

Additional information on military romance scams can be seen at these links.

http://www.rcmp-grc.gc.ca/en/news/2020/love-is-the-air-beware-romance-scam

https://globalnews.ca/news/4754607/military-romance-scam-bryan-denny/