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Personal Life Record – Henry Christ My name is Henry Christ and I think, I should tell the Royal Air Force, the story of my awful life. I was born on February 9, 1983 in Friedrichroda, which is located Thuringia, Germany, while I was grown up in the nearby located Tambach-Dietharz, and this with abuse, such like removing my foreskin from my grandma as I was aged with 2. With 3 years old, I have been thrashed from my father without any reason. I still can remember that I was running away. Then I joined the nursery school, which I have been abused with something like “only a few drops to drink” that I do not wet the bed in I was lying in, or to disclose myself, what I did completely, even I should not do. As I was 5 years old, I changed my apprentice in another nursery school to be pupil in, but the same continued in any way. As 6 years old child, my grandmother told me told me, that I like destroying with what I could not handle. Till the 3rd class, I was the best between the classmates, and became different with beginning to been spanked as 8 years old child. The first time happened, due to a same-aged girl with what I was bound with since I was 6. Her name is Yvonne Albrecht. With the beginning with this abuse treatment, I have been taught to sit tight as well as to not have any school friends with what I could play with or invite to my home, and if they came only undesired. I have been thrashed for being late or playing in the garden or what else happened this time. It was just the way to steel my childhood. It did not last for a year and I was interested in any modern military things and my grandmother accepted this. Along the way, I have been taught with things about Hitler, Jews, Aryan race and other topics about this time and the thrashing became worse and ended as I was 13. As this abuse began I was annoyed by my classmates continuously. I was cracking up and began to act with punches wildly, but I was about to recover myself in the 10th class. My grandmother told me much in my youth: “If you would be mine, you would become thrashing day and night”. My parents never were there for my problems, I had at school and apprenticeship. They just to say accepted this and my father even punished and still punishes me by everything I did or do wrong. Even as child, he told me that females are looking for money, how much ugly you are did not matter. In August 1997 as I was for holidays in the United States. I was walking around as victim and pressed my lips together as well as I raised my right arm. At the end of the days in the USA, I was screaming “Heil Hitler” to a girl that wanted to know me. This was a love act with what I could not handle. Then as was back home I heart strange sounds in October 1997. Now I know the trouble became worse. I was enrolled by the U.S. Marine Corps, what I did not know this time. I can imagine that some people corrupt to make me join this way. With 16 years, I joined an apprenticeship as tools mechanical and had to break it up, because I have been annoyed by everyone such like at school for theoretic lessons, in the apprentice company, and in my apartment community. While I was at home in the apartment company, I was threated with a knife, if I don’t wash and dry the dishes, and for what else I have been forced to do. His name was Lutz Göcking, and was 1 ½ years older than me. He was in the apartment from August 1999 till April 2000. I bet this only happened to me, because I was interested in military and told about it. The problem is and was, that I could not intersperse myself, and probably everyone saw my charity and gentleness what I have, and it does not fit to personality in any kind. I am not really sure, but I think that it is due to these likes. This was my grandmother and what she told me in my childhood. My father forced me to continue my apprenticeship at school, even though I was released, but my trouble was going on in the same way. My marks were as medium as in school, and I am very glad about it that I was not the worst at school. If I take attention to the teaches I would be better. I stack out this cruel time for a year, in order to continue and begin a new apprenticeship. To say by the way, that I had threats by certain neo-Nazis, among Lutz Göcking, to burn my home town, kill me and my family and others of my home town. By the way, my parents called me with names, those are used to give little children like “Gockel”, “Gog-gog”, “Da-da”, “Dei-Dei”, and also further names the gave me in my childhood and still do. I still can remember what my father said, something like that I should not eat any crisps because a guy that studies a professional occupation, should eat professionally, even my father turned off the safety switch, while I was playing computer. I have been forced to study and should not have any leisure time at all, and only what I have been suggested to. Everything went well at school actually until I had contact to a certain guy called Stefan Zickler, and began to hang out with punks to drink and smoke pot. My apprenticeship had been cancelled in February 2002, due to missing dates as I did not appear because I still did not feel good with social contacts, and I still have been discriminated a lot. In October 2001 it occurred that I wanted to knock down youth right radicals, with what I didn’t check because I had no mind during this occurrence, and had no charge by the police. I gathered several planes and other things from the World War II, and these things had been wasted by my parents, because I did not came home from a party, and this occurrence happened after this, due t this ado, which it is combined with. I became Punk with no future-direction, was smoking pot, what I still do for some time. In April 2002, I had a short working-period with no-cravings to work, and like to be punk and mostly hung out with my friends. In November 2002, I joined a basic apprentice school which I broke up in May 2003, because I wanted to become a Marine! In February 2003, as I still was 19 years old, I wanted to become a Marine. I wanted to do that, because I wanted to have a girlfriend. I heart from Marine wives, and that they are made for their life, and that made me to become one of them. They made at megafriends anyway with match mails etc. At Marines was a referral that I wrote with wrong English, and that seemed to be offended to me. I heart that parents are proud of their children. I was running in winter just at once. In the spring as I was running around in the forest, I heard shots, and felt great about it. Deliriously in love, I bothered Arianne, a girl that I saw in 1997 and knew her just for three days. I thought, she was in love with me. Exactly on 2/22/2003, I heart an UFO. I know what kind of UFOs accompanied me on the way. They are “Haunebu”, and accompanied me, due to my red lips. Now I know, there are always with me. I slept with light switched on, because I had such a fear, and did not know what it is, and what people are in it. My parents took me into their bed. My mum touched my belly button, and the rest I don’t want to tell. She did in my childhood already, and I tied it up. This probably made me to feel love for the same aged girl as I was 6. My father gave and still gives me arse tabs. I have been so much mobbed by him, such like to treat me in barracks, like push over the trash, or hiding my cigarettes, told me what to drink and what to eat how much, he wants. In 2004 I became referred in a psychiatric hospital, and obtained remedy for nothing at all. I have no schizophrenia, because I was contacted by a secret agent from the UK in Castelrotto 2004. This time, I made a girl running away by calling out the scurrile drill instructor speeches, which I liked so much and called it out for so many times. I heart callings from the Army. I went to hospital for so many times with it, actually to escape from home. My parents prohibited me to go to friends for pot-smoking, and learnt to have my cat “Löffolln” at best friend. My father also my trousers down from the window, or even burned it. Such like he threw my punk stuff. I have no freedom.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 12:20:36 +0000

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