Episode II: Attack of the Phones

by ezy at 02:04 PM on July 17, 2003

I deployed to Bosnia in 1995 and the same thing happened as in Haiti. Becca ended up calling our field phone in headquarters demanding to speak with me. I couldn’t understand how she could find me in these places. It boggles my mind thinking about the amount of time it must have taken to get through all of the channels required to find me. The Red Cross finding you anywhere is one thing. Becca? That’s another animal entirely. I have often wondered if she planted a GPS tracker on me at any time. Maybe that fateful night I fucked up and began this nightmare? Anyway I digress. I got to the phone, in the camp commander’s tent, expecting bad news from home when I hear Becca’s voice on the other end. Evidently the camp commander was expecting an emergency too because when I said “Oh, Becca. What’s up” he frowned rather menacingly. I told her that while it was great that she took the time to call; I really didn’t think it would be a good idea to do it again. She kept trying to start a conversation, while the camp commander was glaring at me, until I told her I had to go. There’s a war on you know. She, basically, screeched “I Love You!” in my ear and I hung up. Creepy shit. The camp commander hated me from that point forward.

I left the Army in 1997 and went to work for Bell South. I didn’t enjoy the work at all and my supervisor was a complete tool. I saw three men with anywhere from twenty five to twenty seven years of service get canned, in one day, due to minor safety violations. The union was so weak there that it couldn’t do squat for them. I made my decision that, while the money was good, this just wasn’t the place for me. I quit and went to the North Carolina unemployment office. I did all of the paperwork and within a week I had an interview with a local audiovisual company. I got the job and went to work. This job sent me all over the US to work. My first out of state job was in Ogden, Utah. I’d never been there before so I was excited to go. I hopped a flight and shagged ass out there. I had a laptop and an AOL account so I could check out porn, I mean, get on the internet and interface with my home office. One night while “working” an IM popped up I didn’t recognize. You guessed it. Becca. She informed me that she was getting married and wanted me to be there. I told her that, while I would like to, I couldn’t due to working in Utah. She said she understood and I wished her well. Whew!! Son of a bitch. I was in the clear. Eleven years later I had, finally, shaken that crazy twit. I told my boys about the whole ordeal and we went out for a night of drunken debauchery to celebrate. Celebrate we did. Those Mormons never knew what hit them. I finished up in Utah and my next job happened to be in Madison, Wisconsin. This was about ten months later. I had gotten home from work one night and just sat down to a beer when the phone rings. Becca! She’s getting divorced and her soon to be ex was scaring her. I genuinely felt bad for her. She was crying and babbling about how if she had been with me none of this would’ve happened. What!? Now it’s my fault. “Why don’t you love me?” she kept asking me over and over. I tried to explain to her that we just weren’t meant to be together and I was in love with my now ex Stephanie. “Stephanie can never love you like I can” she said, or something to that effect. I told her that that may be true but it doesn’t erase the fact that I love Stephanie and not her. I told her that if her husband was threatening her she needed to call the police and told her I needed to go. She called every night for one month straight. I even had Stephanie call her and threaten bodily harm if she didn’t desist. A lot of good that did. Becca could kick Stephanie’s ass and she knew it. The last two weeks of her calls I had my boys field them and lie for me. I had already told her to quit calling so this was my last option. Finally, the calls stopped. To be continued……………..