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Private First Class Calvin Glover snuck into Private First Class Barry Winchell's room with a baseball bat during the pre-dawn hours of July 5. Just a few hours after drunkenly celebrating the anniversary of our nation's independence, Glover bludgeoned Winchell to death solely on the basis of Winchell's suspected homosexuality. Although a jury found Glover guilty of premeditated murder, the greater implications of this case reflect the failure of the military's "don't ask, don't tell" policy towards homosexual service members...
...tell in a court-martial scheduled to begin this week in the tiny, white courthouse at this Kentucky post. They will allege that Glover followed through on his threat the next night, creeping up to Winchell's cot as he slept and smashing his head in with a baseball bat. But Glover is not the only one on trial. The Army is haunted by the fear that it may be seen as his accomplice for fumbling the military's policy on gays in uniform, not just in this case, but on a more widespread basis...
...duty in the barracks did nothing to halt the illegal drinking. Glover and Winchell kept away from each other, one soldier said, and there was no overt hostility between them. As midnight drew closer, the keg dribbled dry. Glover began whacking the empty aluminum cask with the Wiffle-ball bat...
...being an accessory to the crime. Sometime after 2 a.m., Fisher said Glover saw Winchell sleeping on the cot, with the dog tied to it. "What's that fag doing sleeping there?" Glover asked Fisher. The pair entered the room Fisher and Winchell shared, where Fisher kept a baseball bat. Glover grabbed the bat and, with what an Army prosecutor called a "wide-eyed, psychotic look," began making slashing motions with...
Fisher then apparently left the scene for a while. He returned a short time later to see Glover at the sink. "'I got some blood on your bat--help me clean it,'" Fisher quoted Glover as saying. "How'd you get blood on your bat?" Fisher asked. "I hit Winchell with it," Glover allegedly replied. The pair went outside to check on Winchell. The cot, the nearby walls and Winchell's blanket were all splashed in crimson. Glover slipped a gloved hand underneath Winchell's battered head. "Yeah," he said. "He's done." Nasty began barking loudly. Glover fled...