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Lots of good gut stabbing scenes here. 

More young traitors are proudly ready to accept their fate, they even get to choose the weapon to be used in their stomach muscle meat..  GUT UP !!!!!!!
All choose BAYO’S!

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A story I wrote some time back. Maybe some will remember it? Its one way to settle a family disagreement!

In the year 1648 the Montoya family was the undisputed land owners over a vast area of land in Southern Spain. The family had acquired it through toil sweat and blood over the past 150 years. Their empire stood unopposed, from the outside.

As the patriarch of the Montoya family, Edwardo, lay dying in his lavish bedroom in the 100 room estate his two sons stood in the study in heated argument. Apparently their Father had not provided a last will and testament stating who should become the primary guardian of the Montoya empire.

Carlos, the older of the brothers, was a dashing figure of a man even at 44 years old age. It was his contention that as the oldest Son it was only natural that he be the next in line. His younger brother Guillermo retorted, "But brother, it was I who has helped build this estate while you were off in your own selfish pursuits. Your wines, your ships, your own trading company, all these things you have devoted your time to while I ran our family business. Now, as our Father lays dying you want to come back into the family business and take over what I have built with our Farther? No, no Carlos I cannot allow this. I owe my sons that much."

Both men had their male children with them as they were now old enough to listen, but not take part in the discussions of family business. Carlos's son was Rico. He had just turned 17 and was the spitting image of his dashing father. He had great amounts of wavy jet black hair and a smooth beardless face that was anointed with deep dimples. His eyes were black as coal and his smile showed gleaming white teeth when he flashed it. But he was not smiling now as his Father and his Uncle, who he loved much, were squaring off in an argument that was getting worse every minute. Guillermo had his two sons with him. Miguel was the older of the two at 16. He was not as handsome as his cousin but he still would draw the gaze of many a young girl, or boy, even if they did not know of his family's wealth. Hector was but 14 and he looked more like his cousin Rico than his own brother. This was not unnoticed by others as well but was never discussed. They too were a bit uncomfortable as their family seemed to be tearing itself apart. The oldest of Guillermo's sons was Rene at 24. He was named after his Mother's French side. He had left home almost 9 years ago and had not yet returned from his studies in France.


As the older Montoyas grew more and more combative they asked their boys to leave the room. The 3 teens eagerly left the tension filled study. Shortly after that the Senior Montoya's doctor reported that he had died. The squabbling brothers did not even make it to their Father's bedside. Now their Father's lawyer insisted that the brothers settle this dispute. There was much to take care of and indeed the family fortune could well be lost if those decisions were not made quickly.

The argument went into the night and the brothers decided to rest and pick up again in the morning. Both went back to their respective homes with their boys. Carlos had managed a few hours of fitful sleep. Guillermo returned home to see that his long absent son Rene had arrived from Paris. The two embraced and when Guillermo told his son the current state of family affairs Rene pondered for a moment, then smiled broadly saying, "Father, I may have the solution to our problems." As Rene told his Father his plan a wide smile crossed his face and he broke into laughter.

Carlos and Rico met again at the Elder Montoya's estate with Guillermo, Miguel and Hector. Rene also accompanied them but stayed in a side room off the study secluded. Guillermo approached his brother in a soft gentile manner, "Brother, we must settle this and I can see neither of us will relent so this is what I propose...."

When he finished Carlos erupted, "You can't be serious! A duel between our sons?!" You must be mad!" But as Carlos looked at the young forms of his Nephews he began to think that this may not be such a bad idea. He had enjoyed many fun family moments with both Hector and Miguel but; what if Rico were to kill one of them? The family empire would be his and the loss of one of the boys would be no great loss in the long run to him. He approached Rico and asked him what he thought. The idea of fighting one of his cousins to the death was not something he wanted to do by any means but he agreed to the duel if it was his Father's wish.

Guillermo had been standing with Hector and Miguel when Carlos approached. "Very well brother," said Carlos, "Your idea is acceptable. It is regrettable that one of our sons must sacrifice himself but it seems to be the only way." The lawyer agreed to the strange terms and drew up the contract that would be fatal for someone here this day.

At last the papers were ready and both Carlos and Guillermo read and signed them. As the only son of Carlos old enough to even be considered for the duel Rico was the only choice for his side of the dispute. Carlos did have two other sons but Juan at 11 and Carlos Jr., 9 were too young to even be considered for such a thing. Carlos turned to look at Guillermo and his boys and wondered who he would choose to face Rico. Miguel being the oldest was the obvious choice but, even though Hector was 2 years younger, he was almost the same height. He had a slightly sturdier look him. But either would fall to Rico's size and skill with the foil thought Carlos. "Well," said Carlos, "which of your fine sons shall represent you?" Carlos stood by Rico beaming with confidence. Guillermo announced, "My eldest son Rene shall represent my interests this day!" Hearing his name Rene steeped from the side room into the study. Carlos and Rico were astonished!

"Hello Uncle...sweet Rico," said Rene as he stood by his Father and brothers. Carlos was almost speechless. He had totally forgotten about Rene. After all he had not been seen in almost 10 years. "But...but I thought," uttered Carlos. Guillermo helped his brother finish his words, "You thought that Rico would have to fence with Hector or Miguel. Well, you forget brother, Rene is my son as much as they are." Carlos protested but the contract was iron clad. Rene WAS Guillermo's offspring and was eligible to be his choice for the duel. Carlos wanted to call the duel off and suggested that they take the matter to court. Guillermo told him the only way this duel was not going to happen was if Carlos yielded to his demands. Carlos looked at his beloved son but still was a bit hesitant to give away all that power and money. When Rico saw his Father's distress he pulled him aside and whispered in his ear, "Father, you know I am the best fencer in the academy. I know Rene is older and stronger but I feel I can best him...PLEASE Father! Let me do this for us..for OUR family!" Carlos took a deep breath and sighed. "Very well Rico May God bless you and forgive me." He turned back to His brother and Nephews. "Rico has persuaded me to allow this to go forward."


Carlos's and Guillermo's eyes locked. Guillermo had tricked him and Carlos knew it. That alone infuriated him. Rico's and Rene's eyes were trapped in a stare down as well. Both knew Rene held the advantage in strength but Rico did in fact believe he could best the young man.

The family moved to the main entry to the huge estate. The massive foyer would be the dueling site. The floor was solid white and peach colored marble. The walls were light colored stone that sparkled with assorted minerals. The ceiling was three full stories above them in a vaulted shape. Sounds echoed and bounced off the impressive room which was devoid of furniture save for simple wooden benches that were placed sporadically along the walls. The mid morning sun shone warm through the partly stained glass windows casting beautiful colors across the shiny walls and white floor. This place of wealth built beauty would soon be the home of an ugly death.

Guillermo and Carlos each inspected the slender fencing foil that their nephew was to use against his son. When both were satisfied Carlos gave the foil to Rene and Guillermo handed Rico his. He had a touch of regret about tricking his brother to commit his oldest son to the fight but he would get over it he told himself.

A small walkway encircled most of the room that was made of marble and had marble railings. Carlos, Guillermo, his younger sons and the family lawyer took positions on it. Rico and Rene stood in the center of the large room. Each wore loose fitting pants. Rico's were pale yellow and Rene's were blue. Each youth wore a loose fitting ruffled shirt that Rene suddenly removed and tossed to Hector. Rico followed suit and the difference in physical stature was obvious. Twenty-four year old Rene gave his barely 17 year old cousin a smile. Rene had a two day growth of stubble over his chiseled and terribly handsome face. Rene had a well toned form of an adult. His broad shoulders rippled with muscle as did his wide chest. His hard pectorals were covered with a layer of light brown hairs that trailed off to a line of fur that ran down his well developed 6-pack abdomen till it widened out to a pear shape pattern around his large round navel. His arms were muscled and had large veins visible. Rico was impressed at his older cousin's physique. Rene scoffed at Rico saying, "I can now see what good living does to a man. You have the soft body of a noble cousin Rico!"

Rico was not fat but he didn't have the definition that Rene did. He was smaller to begin with and he sported just a slight swell of flesh below his navel. He had little body hair save for a few stray strands around his nipples and a dark line leading down from his innie navel over his slightly bulging belly to where it disappeared into his loose fitting baggy pants. His chest was undefined with an ever so slight layer of soft flesh covering it. His small red mounded nipples stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin which was almost pure white as his outdoor activity was most limited. He spent most of his time in studies, and in fencing training.

The two combatants stood ready to begin the deadly contest. Control of the Montoya fortune stood on the line. Rico placed his left hand in his hip and raised his foil. Rene put his left arm out to his side and slightly behind him and touched Rico's foil with his own signaling his readiness. The duel was on.

Rene took several jabs at Rico's face that the younger boy dodged. Rico countered with several swipes of his own at Rene's ruggedly handsome face he too missed making contact. They then began to crisscross and parry their swords and each countered the moves of the other. The clanks of the banging metal echoed loudly in the vaulted room. Both stood their ground as they went through their "feeling out" process.

Rene was most impressed with the skill that Rico was already showing. He had thought he would have his young cousin down and mortally wounded or dead in short order but Rico was proving to be more of a match than he expected. But Rene did not concern himself too much as he was still held the advantage in strength and stamina. He also had received the finest fencing training in the world in Paris. Rene acknowledged Rico was probably the best in this little corner of the world but Rene had achieved world class status with his fencing ability. Even his father didn't know that Rene had won seven duels with his fencing foil. Rene knew that his handsome young cousin would be number eight.

Rico was concentrating on his form. He had shown Rene about half his talent and the big, strong young man had countered all those moves with text book ease. Rico realized Rene was undoubtedly well schooled. He decided to step the combat up a notch and thrust forward with several quick swipes followed by fast jabs. Rene was caught just slightly off guard and backed up. Rico pressed the attack throwing great energy and force into the swiping and arching foil. Rene countered the moves but was still on the defensive. He moved to take a wide swipe at Rico. He did. Rico ducked under the whooshing sword and came up and swiped his own foil straight across Rene's well muscled chest. As if the foil were tipped with a red marker it made a line across Rene's upper left pec. Tiny red flows of blood tricked out of the cut and ran down the fuzzy pectoral. Rico stepped back almost as if to admire his handiwork. He said, "First born is first to bleed. I have cost you some blood cousin."


Rene recovered from the sharp sting and, in an intimidation effort; he touched his left finger tips to the wound and then put them to his mouth. He licked his finger clean of his own blood and smiled at Rico saying, "You may have cost me a few drops of blood dear cousin. But you have just cost yourself much more."

Rico smiled confidently back and said, "And what might that be dear Rene." The strong young man smiled at Rico and said, "You have cost yourself a quick death."

Rene seemed to gain strength from his minor wound and lunged forward at Rico. He countered the moves but Rene seemed to move almost faster than humanly possible. Rico was dodging and blocking as well as he could but Rene continued to put the boy on the defensive. At last Rico tried an offensive move and Rene knocked his sword aside. Rene quickly brought his own foil back into position and thrust forward then pulled back, again with amazing swiftness. Rene backed up from Rico who was just now realizing he had been stuck. Rico looked down to see a tiny red dot on his soft stomach just to the left of his deep navel. Dark red blood oozed from the hole with the consistency of thick syrup. Rico pressed in on the hole with his left hand and looked somewhat stunned at Rene who grinned ever so slightly.

Rene said sarcastically, "What seems to be troubling you dear cousin? You seem to have sprung a leak!"

Rico straightened himself up and said, "A mere scratch. Nothing more!"

Rene held up his foil seeing that the tip plus five inches were covered in Rico's blood. He pointed this out to Rico and said, "A scratch that goes deep into the gut!"

Breathing a little heavier now the teenager replied, "You have long way to go if you intend to defeat me cousin!" As he finished those words Rico lunged forward and had Rene backpedaling again.

Rene was unprepared for the sudden and strong attack given Rico's deep wound but Rico was fighting with adrenaline fueled fear. He knew he had been seriously hurt and needed to score an equal or more severe strike to Rene before Rene could deliver another to him.

Rene countered and attacked forward. Now Rico was on the defensive again. He was backing up till he felt the backs of his legs run into one of the wooden benches that rimmed to foyer. He gave a hop and was suddenly above Rene and brought his left fist down and cracked it into the side of his older cousin's cheek. Rene staggered back slightly and Rico took a wide swipe meaning to slash open Rene's throat. Rene ducked under it and came right up inside of Rico's foil while driving his home. Rene's thin sword punctured the soft swell of flesh in Rico's lower belly neatly bisecting the boy's dark treasure trail. The foil's point sunk deep through the boy's small intestine and Rico gasped at the intrusion into his body. Rene pulled it free and left Rico standing on the bench doubled over with a look of pain on his smooth face.

Carlos was standing on his tip toes as he watched his son take a second severe wounding. He knew now that it would take the greatest stroke of luck for his boy to win the duel. And if he conceded now he would probably save Rico's life but would lose all he had struggled to obtain. He decided that he loved the possibility of greater riches more than he loved his son and allowed the duel to continue.

Rico got down off the bench gingerly and held his left arm around the two bleeding holes in his belly. In addition to the burning pain from the stabs he was feeling nauseous and had the curious sensation that he had to move his bowels but Rico raised his sword at Rene and signaled he wanted to continue. Rene shook his head and knew he had Rico defeated and said, "Poor, poor Rico. You never could best me, even when we were boys." Rene paused and said tauntingly, "But, look at what I'm saying? You still are a little boy! Why, you have yet to even shave!"

Rico's face grew red with both pain and anger. He knew Rene was right. All those years ago before Rene left for Paris Rene was 15 and Rico was just 9 the two had always wrestled around and Rene being 6 years older would always get Rico down and pinch his nipples and poke his navel. Rene liked to best his younger cousin and now he was doing it again and he knew it. Rico knew it too and didn't want it to happen again with so much at stake. Rico reached down for the last of his dwindling strength reserves and lurched forward at Rene holding his foil with both hands.


Rene was trying to think up of another taunt when Rico struck with amazingly strong and wild force. Rene was sent stumbling backward and Rico pressed in fast. Rene walked back into the marble steps that led to the walk way fending off the wickedly strong swipes and jabs of Rico's foil all the while. He fell backward and lost the grip on his foil. Rico saw the opening and took it. His aim was true as his slender foil jabbed right into Rene's large navel. The navel scar tissue held the cold steel point off for several moments but Rico's teen muscle pushed past its resistance and sent his foil deep to meet whatever abdominal organs rested behind his cousin's belly button.

Guillermo and his two younger sons groaned at Rico's success and Carlos had some reason to be hopeful for the first time since the beginning of the fight.

Rene gasped. He had been stabbed in the belly in previous fights but never right through his navel. He grabbed Rico's foil shaft with his left hand and pulled it out of his belly. He held the sword harmless and Rico tried to get control of it back. Rene found the grip to his own sword and said to Rico through gritted teeth, "You will pay dearly for that DEAR COUSIN!"

Rene then got to his feet still holding Rico's sword high over both their heads. Rico was a wide open target and Rene plunged his foil deeply into Rico's soft stomach over and over. One hit to the right of the navel, another stabbed mid-belly, another went deep in just above the pubic hair, another to the lower abdomen through the lush bush of pubes, one right below the left rib cage, and finally one that drove right through Rico's deep innie cave of a navel. Rene was furious still and as he withdrew he made two blindingly fast swipes and cut a big red X right across the soft flesh of his teen cousin's chest. He stepped back from Rico and watched as the brave 17 year old slowly sank to his knees. Despite the horrible pain of having his guts punctured multiple times young Rico’s adolescent cock stood straight and hard inside his blood soaked trousers. It was as if the piercing foil coaxed his teenaged sperm from his low hanging balls. As he began to fall his sperm blasted from his flared cock head and joined his blood in drenching his trousers. Even though terribly wounded Rico remembered his training never to look away from your opponent.  As Rico fell he groaned in both agony and orgasmic but pleasure he never once took his eyes off his enemy.

The watchers were both horrified and amazed. Carlos lowered his head as he knew his boy was about to die. His dreams of control of the family fortune was about to die too. Guillermo and his younger boys were thrilled that Rene had recovered so quickly and now stood poised to deliver the Montoya fortune into their hands.

At Last Rene's anger subsided slightly and he looked down at the kneeling Rico. Blood was oozing from eight stab wounds in the boy's stomach. His yellow pants were plastered down to his skin with his blood. The wound below his rib cage had punctured his stomach sack and as it filled with blood some escaped up through his mouth. A small trickle ran out of both corners of Rico's mouth. Rico's soft belly heaved in and out as he gasped for air. Rene moved closer to his dying cousin. He almost had a look of compassion on his face but he put those feelings aside as he raised his foil for a final thrust while, inside his pants his cock raised in anticipation of releasing its semen, something that always happened when Rene killed an opponent.

Rico knew he would not recover from his wounds. He thought briefly of all the things he would never do or never see. But as he saw Rene about to deliver his final end he also thought of his Father. He loved his Farther still. Rene aimed for the center of the X he had made on Rico's body. Rene's aim was perfect and his foil point stabbed through the center of Rico's sternum. But Rene felt something in his body as well. He looked down to see that Rico had managed to bring up his own foil and now a good 4 inches of it rested inside Rene's hairy chest just to right of his breast bone. Both young men had a look of surprise on their faces. Rene's look changed as his mouth formed an O but no sound came out. He fell forward to his side. Had Rico got him on the other side of his breast he would have pierced the heart. Rico fell straight back in a spread eagle position. Rene's foil still stuck up from his upper abdomen. The metal sticklike foil bobbed up and down along with the heaving stomach as Rico gasped his last few breaths.

Both fathers ran to their son's sides. Guillermo helped Rene to his feet. He pressed clean cloths to the wounds in the young man's navel and chest. Rene leaned on his father and younger brothers as they moved past Carlos who held the now lifeless head of Rico on his lap. He stroked the dead teenager's thick black hair and whimpered softly. Rene paused for a moment and said, "If it means anything at Uncle...he did fight well" Carlos just nodded and the winning family left the room to lay Rene down and mend his wounds.

Control of the fortune went to Guillermo as per the contract. Rene was seriously wounded and it took him over a moth to recover. A fever a week after the duel almost claimed his life as well.

Carlos was still a wealthy man and was still involved in the family business but not as the head of it. He never forgave his brother for tricking him into having his beloved Rico fight the older, stronger Rene. Neither did Carlos's other sons. Eleven year old Juan or 9 year old Carlos, Jr. But it would be several years before these younger members of his side of the family would be old enough to extract their revenge on Uncle Guillermo and his sons.

I've started a new series of linked stories, which I plan on continuing indefinitely -- you can find the first one here, and here's a page with the whole list. Keep watching that last page -- more will be added regularly, but I may not always post the links here. Hope you enjoy!

At the Victory Celebration, the captives fought to the death before a full arena. Warriors from many tribes were held in captivity for this event. They were matched against their own enemy tribes, giving the fighters incentive to do battle.

There would be no pausing between events to clear the arena floor. The defeated simply were left in place and the new sets of of captives fought around and on top of them. Many of the fallen were still shooting their final loads as other fighters fell across them. By mid-day all were fighting and dying on top of the previous batches of fighters.

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What a perfect bodies! What a many bullets!

There was nothing special about Dan Reynolds. He was your average 18 year old. He loved his family, girls, baseball and hanging out with his friends doing nothing pretty much in that order.
 
The year was 1941 and even though a terrible war raged in across two different oceans the struggles in the Pacific and Europe seemed to Dan living in the rural farmlands of Hamilton, Kansas seemed like they were in a different world.
 
But all that changed one Sunday morning in early December.
 
With one quick, deliberate sneak attack the forces of evil had devastated the U.S. Pacific fleet while it lay in anchor at Pearl Harbor.
 
The world war that had seemed so distant now was brought close to home. Dan and his friends were all of the same mind set. They wanted to do their part. Their country needed them and they were ready to serve. They were Americans. They had heard stories of the exploits of fathers, uncles and grandfathers about serving their country in previous times of war when their country needed them and young Dan Reynolds was eager to do carve out his own mark on that treat tablet of tradition.
 
It was no surprise to his parents when he returned home one afternoon with the enlistment papers in his hand. His mother hugged and cried the entire evening. But after that day she never showed Dan another tear though she would shed more on his behalf.
 
His father shook his hand. It was a seemingly simple act but to Dan it was a turning point in his life. Because for the first time there was firmness in his father’s grip and a look of respect in his eyes. It was the look one man gives another where before Dan had always felt his father looked at him as an adult does a child. Dan was perceptive. His father did indeed look at his boy as a man that day.
 
The few weeks passed quickly and by mid January of 1942 Dan was going through the rigors of boot camp in the United States Marine Corps in Parris Island. He knew it was not going to be easy. He was right. The physical demands put upon his body were extraordinary but the long hours of hard farm work had honed his body quite well. He had an edge over the tough but often softer city boys. Dan excelled and became a favorite of his instructors.
 
He learned to march (boy did he learn to march), he learned to salute and keep his belongings neat and tidy. He learned to take orders. He learned to fight hand to hand, he learned to shoot he learned the basics of combat. In infantry school he again proved to be a quick learner and soon mastered all the Corps could throw at him. Dan proved to be outstanding and not only learned what was taught him but went out of his way to learn more. The fight his country was involved in was not going well. The Japanese had beaten them back across the Pacific and threatened the allies all the way to Australia.
 
In fact it was that threat to Australia that brought Dan into the war.
 
After graduating infantry school there was an immediate need for troops to take part in the first real U.S. offensive of the war. The Japanese were in the process of constructing an airfield on a small island in the Solomon chain. If heavy bombers were allowed to use that as a base of operation they could effectively cut off the main shipping routes to Australia and provide a jumping board to invade the country itself. The name of this island was Guadalcanal.
 
Allied planners knew this. They knew the airfield was near completion. They had to act before it was finished. They needed a quick strike force. It would have to fast and devastating. The U.S. Army was still growing. It would one day become the mightiest military force the world had ever known but in early 1942 the U.S. Army still lagged somewhere behind that of about a dozen other nations.
 
The Marines were the obvious choice to make the attack of which Dan Reynolds from Hamilton, Kansas was part.
 
THE SOLOMONS:
 
“ If I were king, the worst punishment I could inflect on my enemies would be to banish them to the Solomon Islands. On second thought, king or no king, I don’t think I’d have the heart to do it” - Jack London (Cruise of the Snark)
 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 
In the early morning of August 7th  1942 the American invasion force rounded the Northwest side of Guadalcanal know as Cape Esperance and entered a narrow channel of water that would become known as “Iron Bottom Sound” because of the great number of ships that would find it to be their final mooring.
 
The invasion was not only of Guadalcanal but also the smaller islands across “the Slot” on the islands of Florida and Tulagi. And it was this invasion of Tulagi that Dan was destined to be part of.
 
Dan didn’t know it but his Marine comrades storming the beachhead at the main objective Guadalcanal met with little or no resistance at all and practically walked into the nearly finished airfield and hoisted the Stars and Strips. The enemy had fled but the battle was far from over.
 
But for Dan and the rest of his buddies the fighting on Tulagi was vicious. After several days of intense fire fights in the hot, steamy jungle that was as close to a tropical paradise as Boston is to Baghdad the Marines secured most of the island. But it was not without price. Things worth fighting for are seldom free.
 
Dan’s best friend a 19 year old from Philadelphia named Tony had fallen, two bullets in his lean stomach. Dan held his friend and cradled Tony’s head on his lap. Small trickles of blood escaped the teenager’s mouth who only a few months ago had no more worries than what movie he would take his girl to and which girl he would take. Now he lay dying in a south Pacific hell hole. But he never once shirked from his duty. But Tony sucked it up and bore the intense pain of the two hot chunks of metal in his guts and clenched Dan’s hand tightly. Tony never managed to speak but no words were needed. Dan and Tony shared a bond that only those in combat could possibly understand.

 

Several days after Tony’s death Dan was on sentry duty. The fighting that had been so vicious was now sporadic. Tulagi had been virtually conquered but across the Slot the battle on Guadalcanal was only beginning to heat up. Dan knew he and his platoon would soon be reassigned there. Till then he carried out his duties here with the professionalism he had been taught in Boot camp.

 

A snapping of a twig a few meters off caught his attention. He called out the first part of the pass word, “Kings” and awaited the proper reply of ‘button’. When that did not come Dan tensed up. Another twig snapped and Dan raised his rifle to fire in the direction of the incursion.

 

But the advance scout team of Japanese soldiers was not about to let some American kid spoil their recon patrol that was going amazingly well. They were experienced jungle fighters and one had managed to sneak in behind Dan before one of his comrades broke the twig and alerted the young Marine.

 

Before Dan could squeeze the trigger the forward Japanese dove in behind him and wrapped a small but strong arm around Dan’s throat and plunged a 7 inch blade into the small of Dan’s back.

 

Dan groaned as the cold steel punctured his body but grabbed the attacker around the back of the head and back flipped him over and planted him at his feet.

 

Dan grabbed his own K-bar (that’s a big ole knife folks) and fell forward sticking it right through the center of the attacker’s chest. The young Japanese soldier groaned as blood spewed from his mouth.

 

Dan had no time to watch the man die. He stood up only to be attacked by the other two. One tackled Dan with a shoulder and forced him back. Dan grunted as his stabbed back hit the earth with force while the Japanese landed on top of him.

 

The second Japanese had his bayonet at the ready and dropped down beside them.

 

The struggle had hiked Dan’s shirt up and his hard 6-pack abs were exposed to the night air. Unfortunately for Dan they were also exposed and vulnerable to the third Japanese who wasted no time in plunging his 7-inch bayonet into Dan’s belly just above the navel.

 

Dan felt the cold steel deep inside his warm guts and grunted in pain and fright but threw his knees back knocking his stabber away. Dan fought like an enraged and wounded animal and raked his fingernails across the right eye of the soldier that had tackled him. That soldier fell away and held his bleeding eye.

 

Dan looked quickly for his rifle. It was several feet away and he knew he would never get to it in time because the soldier that had stabbed him was leaping back at him still holding the blade that now dripped with Dan’s own blood.

 

Dan’s gut ached like mad and his back hurt even more but he swung his boot up and whacked it across that soldier’s chin practically knocking that man out as he fell to his back.

 

But the soldier with the hurt eye was now coming at him. Dan turned to face him but this time Dan was not quite fast enough and as they closed together the Japanese got his blade between them and for a second time Japanese steel punctured Dan’s lean American belly. This time the weapon drove to its hilt with the soldier’s fist making contact with the flesh below Dan’s deep innie button as the blade parted the thick line of hair that spilled downward from the boy’s navel.

 

The Japanese soldier drew Dan close by wrapping one arm around his back and withdrew the knife only to plunge it into Dan’s bleeding stomach a third time, this time lower, just above the teenager’s lush pubic bush.

 

Dan shuddered and somehow deep down knew he would soon be dead. But he was in the middle of combat. And he was a Marine he was not about to give up as long as he drew breath.

 

The enemy pulled the blade free but before he could stab Dan again he was met with a perfectly placed head butt right between the eyes.

 

That solder fell back and Dan gripped his K-Bar with his right hand and his badly bleeding stomach with the other. He staggered around and saw the other soldier coming back at him and with one quick flick of his wrist his K-Bar hit the young man in the center of his milky white chest and the hilt came to quivering stop with the blade deep inside the breast. The K-Bar severed the aorta and the Japanese feel straight back landing spread eagle with blood pouring from his mouth.

 

Dan collapsed forward and grasped his rifle just as the man he had head butted was coming back at him.

 

The Japanese had his shirt wide open and Dan clearly saw his deep dark innie button and the two dark red nipples. Dan barely had time to raise the weapon let alone aim it. He fired and the bullet stopped the advancing soldier in his tracks.

 

The enemy looked down his slender Asian body and fingered the red hole just below his left ribcage that was leaking bright red blood in a watery stream. The shot soldier fell back and clutched at his abdomen.

 
Dan wanted to lay down and rest his aching and sadly, dying body. But as long as there was an enemy still alive there was a threat to his fellow Marines. Dan grabbed his K-Bar and staggered over to the wounded man.


But as Dan approached he saw the writhing figure on the ground before him was not a “man” at all the gut shot soldier looked to be no more than 16 years old.

 

The wounded boy held his bullet punctured gut with one hand and made the universal sigh for help with the other. Dan was hurting badly too but he was filled with compassion for the boy soldier he had shot.

 

But as soon as Dan lowered his K-Bar and reached out to stroke the head of the boy the injured Japanese reached behind him and brought a knife up and plunged it into Dan’s upper abs right below the sternum.

 

Dan’s eyes bulged at the brutal stab and quickly raised his own knife and slammed it straight down into the sneaky boy’s chest piercing his heart with one quick jab. He may have been just child but he was fully capable of fighting and killing. The true villains here were the boy’s government that would place one so young in such a dangerous environment.

 

Dan had successfully dispatched all three of his attackers and could rest at last.

 

He fell over to his back and leaned his head against a tree. He looked down his body and saw blood flowing from numerous wounds on his abdominal area. His back was hurting and bleeding too. Dan gently cupped his heaving stomach and swallowed hard but he could not stem the glut of blood that was pressing its way up his throat.

 

Blood trickled out the sides of his mouth and he knew death was almost upon him.

 

As is often the case when a young man is about to die he thought of his mother. For some reason the scent of her blue ribbon winning apple pie filled his mind. In fact it was that scent that filled Dan’s nose as he closed his eyes for the final time.

 

Dan’s heavy breathing continued for a few minutes but soon his punctured stomach rose and deflated one final time and failed to raise again.

 

He was found as the relief for his post arrived. It didn’t take much to piece together what had happened. Dan had killed three of the enemy single handed in hand to hand combat.

 

No, there was nothing special about Dan Reynolds. He was just a young man that did what he needed to do and paid the ultimate price in the service of his country and indeed the rest of the world.

 

Dan was a United States Marine. He joined a long line of tradition that protected the weak, guarded the defenseless, liberated the oppressed and destroyed the forces of evil. It is a tradition that continues to this very day.

 
To all you guys past and present. Thank you so very much and SEMPER FIE!

Love it when dudes in uniforms get a navel piercing like that. 
From the movie 7-man Army 1976.