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Oct 2014
I’m not considered “normal” by policemen on the force.
They apprehended me in public having an*l *******.
From early on I’ve always been attracted to a certain sort of man.
I’ve tried to be with women but that’s not just who I am.

Condemned as an “abnormal”, my security clearance lost,
considered an Enigma and somewhat an albatross.
In war I was a hero in the cryptanalytic game.
Now those doors are closed to me and others just the same.

So much I have accomplished, yet much remains undone.
Their chemicals have unmanned me so this capsule on my tongue
Once crushed with bring oblivion with its bitter almond taste.
The destruction of a once great man, will someone rue the waste?
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Alan Turing, a brilliant mathematician, was a wartime cryptanalyst in WW2 Britain who cracked the German “Enigma” code and thus saved many lives in helping Britain win the war. In the Post war world he was arrested and convicted of committing homosexual acts. Deprived of his security clearance and chemically castrated, he took his own life by swallowing Cyanide. The “Turing Machine” was a form of early computer. As used in my title it refers to his self.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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