Biography
Born in Ashland, Kentucky, England moved with her family to Fort Ashby, West Virginia, when she was two years old. She grew up as the daughter of a railroad worker, Kenneth R. England Jr., who worked at the station in nearby Cumberland, Maryland, and Terrie Bowling England. She aspired to be a storm chaser. As a young child, England was diagnosed with selective mutism.
England joined the United States Army Reserve in Cumberland in 1999 while she was a junior at Frankfort High School near Short Gap. England worked as a cashier in an IGA store during her junior year of high school and married a co-worker, James L. Fike, in 2002, but they later divorced. England also wished to earn money for college, so that she could become a storm chaser. She was also a member of the Future Farmers of America. After graduating from Frankfort High School in 2001, she worked a night job in a chicken-processing factory in Moorefield. She was sent to Iraq in June 2003.
England was engaged to fellow reservist Charles Graner. She gave birth to a son fathered by him, Carter Allan England, at 21:25 on October 11, 2004, at Womack Army Medical Center at Fort Bragg.
On July 9, 2007, England was appointed to the Keyser volunteer recreation board. As of January 2009, England has been unemployed and on antidepressant medication. She also has post-traumatic stress disorder and anxiety. In July 2009, England released Tortured: Lynndie England, Abu Ghraib and the Photographs that Shocked the World, a biography that was set with a book tour that she hoped would rehabilitate her damaged image.
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