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Hello my name is Garret im 78 years old now and ive never told anyone this story not even the Us Navy when they got me back I guess on here its easy since no one knows who you are. Well It was 1944 and the war in Europe was still going on and we were on a small cruiser the name I will keep to my self and we were on patrol in the straight between Italy and Albania in support of the war raging in italy. It was late at night and I was standing watch on the aft deck it was raining and I think I had about 20 minutes left on my watch when I slipped on the wet deck and went over board. I was terrified and just knew I was dead has I watched the ship disapeer in the rain. I was at sea for the rest of the night, the whole next day and that night was when I was saved by a greek fishing boat. It was luck that they even saw me and I thanked god right when they put me on the deck of the little boat. It took me two days until I could really walk again and that was when the hell started, there were 10 other men on the little boat and I soon found out I wasnt going to get a free ride, I was held down on numerious times and raped in the bowls of the boat there was a man named Neeki whos name I will never forget he was the worst for the 3 weeks I was on the boat he on a daily bases took advantage of my weak state two or three times a day. They gave me less food so I would stay weak and not have the stength to fight back. When we got to port I thought the hell would be over. Greece was still controled by the Germans and the thought of surrendering my self to them sounded like a better idea then being at sea with these hairy nasty men but luck wasnt on my side that day and for the next 7 months it wouldnt be either. They put me in a wooden box and pulled me off the boat like I was cargo, I must have been in the box for a day because I remember passing out from the heat, when i was finally opended up I found my self in a small room in what I later found out was a gay turkish bath. I was starved to the point of death and raped by 10 to 20 guys a day (mostly sailors who had just returned from sea) Neeki visited me every time he was in port I hated that man with every feeling in my body. I tried to kill my self numerous times but failed it was a living hell. I ocupied this room for 7 months until the Germans pulled out of greece in Oct and the English that now occupied the country raided the bath house when they came the owners must have knew it because I was the only person left and my captors were never brought to justice, I told them I was being held there by the Greeks that were supporting the Axis powers has a bargaining chip and they bought it, I came home a few weeks later and tried to live a normal life but I have never forgotten it nor have I told another soul until now. Life can be harsh men can treat other men like slaves dont ever trust any other country but your own.