"Run away before the Black Widow crushes your heart." - Elyce
But I am not going to run! I am a United State Marine. I will not run even if I am dead. Being dead is one of those Leadership Challenges that the Marine Corps is constantly preparing us to face. After surviving the murderous streets of Fallujah, I wasn't expecting to face it here at home.
It was a cold blustery night at Pearson International Airport, Toronto, Canada this 16th day of February, 2006. My flight had been cancelled due to bad weather so I decided not to pay for a hotel and opted for the cold marble floor near the water tank. I was exhausted due to the lengthy travel from Baghdad, Iraq.
I had got about 4 hours of restless sleep when I decided to hell with it and got up to go smoke a cigarette. Dragging my 1 piece of checked luggage and laptop computer I made my way out the main doors for the cold air. Once I finished my smoke, I went back and found a chair open and decided to wait a few more hours before going through the security to get to my departure gate.
After clearing security, I found my departure gate and found that I still had 4 hours to wait. You have to love Toronto, first they tell you itís a mechanical problem then change it to a weather problem, but thatís another story.
I caught my flight at 0950 and it was an hour flight to my home in Sarnia, Canada. When I landed and collected my checked luggage, I proceeded to the taxi stand for the 10-minute ride home. Boy was I shocked when the taxi pulled into my driveway.
I asked the driver to wait for me until I was able to verify that nobody was there or somebody would let me in. There was a car parked there, but nobody answered the doors as I knocked on all of them. I decided to take the taxi just a couple of blocks away to drop my things off before walking in the -22 Celsius temps back to my house.
When I got to my house, the unknown car was pulling away with a woman and her son. I asked them where my car was and where my belongings were since there was a ReMax Real Estate for-sale sign in my yard. They told me that Canadian Immigration had impounded it. The woman made a scene in front of her son, whom I think didnít understand his mother as he looked mentally handicapped. It was very surreal. Then she drove off saying she would return in a couple of hours.
More then 2 hours had gone by, then by chance a real estate agent saw me sitting in the cold on the back porch and offered me to come in. I found it strange that I am being invited into my own home, but nonetheless, accepted. I produced my ID as to who I was and thatís when he revealed a secret that had been told 7 months prior.
I was shocked when the man told me that I was dead! I thought I was there in the flesh, but you could see it in his eyes that he was looking at a ghost. After a few moments of shock for the man, he then went on to tell me how I died.
The story had circulated from the then wife, that I was a Marine sniper in Fallujah, Iraq shooting the bad guys and then taking their pictures because I liked killing. I was in total awe as he continued to tell me that this woman finally officially declared me dead in Canada. She passes herself on as a nurse in which she in not, she is a certified tech in family birthing at Mt. Clemmons General Hospital. In other words, she is only a mid-wife with a glorified title. It is hard for me to imagine that this woman working with infants could have such a mind to tell everyone I was dead. That probably explains how she was able to declare me dead, she has access to the death certificates. She probably stole one or more and uses them on unsuspecting victims such as myself.
But this was only the beginning; it takes more then a death certificate to acquire my assets. It takes a power of attorney and other legal documents. Thatís what led me to the US Marines at Selfridge Air National Guard Base. This womanís son is a Marine stationed there. And to my own investigations, Lance Corporal Anthony S. Brambilla has access to power of attorneys and other legal documents as he works in the administration section.
In the meantime, I talked with the DOD (Department of Defense) Police, Military Police and the 47th Marine Group Senior Officers of the situation. A Marine MP on duty then contacted L/Cpl Brambilla and put him on the phone with myself. I asked him where my car and household goods were. He informed me while the officers were listening, that they, meaning his mother, brother and himself mailed them to my mother on Presidents day. For those of you who donít know, that is a US Holiday and all banks, posts, federal offices are closed. Now the DOD and Military Police knew he was lying. They abruptly left to go and speak with L/Cpl Brambilla.
While I was talking with Senior Group Officers, they promptly alerted the JAG as well as the Prosecutor that happened to be there on a visit. NIS (Naval Investigative Services) were called to investigate L/Cpl Brambilla. I had also let the Marines know that Brambilla was a name change; his real name was Anthony Yannatta. It was also discovered that his brother and sister were using my surname without my authorization or legal documentation. More things for the Military to investigate was that L/Cpl Brambilla had access to all of that kinds of my personal documentation.
I had to excuse myself as I had another meeting with Federal Law Enforcement at the Blue Water Bridge in Port Huron. Once I arrived at the Customs and Immigration, a Federal Investigator promptly greeted me. I informed him what the woman Lizette Yannatta had told me about my car and that my household goods and everything was stolen and transported across international borders. The Officer assured me that they would look into the matter as well as having a false status in the US. ďThe plot just keeps on getting better,Ē Iím saying to myself.
I crossed the border and went to my house only to find more things had disappeared while I was in the states for a few hours. I have already used a borrowed car from a most wonderful couple that didnít even know me.
I was ready to call it a night when the Black Widow called the police. I had 5 police cars in front of my house and once I showed them my ID and brought them up to speed with what this woman was doing, they said they were sorry but had to check out the complaint. I informed them that this was the 2nd time since my arrival home that the woman has called the police, to try and remove me from my house. They only could say better me then them, cause she sounds like a real BITCH! I couldnít have agreed more, thanked them then went to bed.
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