Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2005 23:42:07 -0500
From: Gstrdr15 <Gstrdr15@msn.com>
Subject: KOMBAT KIDS 36

Disclaimer; If you are under 18 years of age, or material such as this is
illegal in your locale, please do not continue reading. All persons, places
and thing depicted in this story are purely fictional, any resemblance to
people, living or dead, past or present, places or things is purely
coincidental.  However, I will admit to there being a Washington State.


Kombat Kids
By; GhostRyder15

Chapter 36
AWWWWWW Shit


	It was Friday morning; the last of Justyn and David's JJ's were to
be accomplished during the morning and that evening.  The Gunny had been
having troubles dragging his ass out of bed these last few weeks and the
twice-daily runs were making it even harder.  He looked at the clock on his
bedside table and saw he was running late. Again.  Moving to the bathroom
he performed his morning routines, shit, shower and shave and then quickly
returned to the bedroom and dressed in his MarCams.  Feeling a little
better he went to the kitchen and found Keener, George and Matt drinking
coffee and Mitch with a glass of juice, grabbing a mug of his own, he added
a spoon full of sugar, something he had just started doing in the last
couple of months.  Never really thinking about it, up until recently, he
had always drank his coffee black with no sweetener.  When everyone had
their morning caffeine and juice, they all trooped out to the front of the
house and waited for the two boys to arrive.  While the men and Mitch were
waiting, they talked about the next exercise that was scheduled for
following weekend.  Looking towards the access road, the Gunny saw Doctor
Allyn's red Corvette followed by the Tyme's yellow CJ-7 pulling into the
parking lot.  David and Justyn, followed by their parents got out of the
vehicles and walked up to the waiting group, Mitch told the Doctor about
his run the previous night and that he would be ready to go with him after
he completed this run.  The group left Doctor Allyn and Mrs. Tyme chatting
and began the morning run.  The Gunny noticed that the pack he wore seemed
to be heavier than usual but ignored it, shrugging it off to being more
tired than he normally was.  The Gunny took up the drag position with
Keener running alongside of him; everything seemed to be going OK until
they neared the halfway point of the run when he started to feel really
weak.  Gunny stopped running and stood there taking deep breaths, Keener
stopped alongside the gunny and asked; "What's wrong Gunny, you OK?"

	Gunny shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind, he
felt weak all over and he was sweating like it was 100 degrees outside,
even though the morning temperature was still in the lower 60's.  Keener
pulled one of his canteens out and took the top off, handing the canteen to
the Gunny he said; "Here drink this, I keep mine filled with Gatorade."

	After the gunny took several swallows, he started feeling better,
Keener stood with him until he felt up to continuing the run.  As they
moved along the dirt track, he handed him the canteen every fifty yards or
so and made him drink more of the Gatorade.  By the time the two made it
back to the front door, the Gunny had finished off both of Keeners canteens
and was almost back to normal.  When they got to the kitchen, the Gunny sat
down immediately and breathed heavily through his mouth, he was still
sweating and pale.  Keener got bottles of Gatorade from the refrigerator
for all of the runners except Mitch who had left with Doctor Allyn.  David
and Justyn had gotten permission from their parents to remain over night
instead of having to make two more trips that night and then on Saturday
morning.  George Babcock was sitting alongside the Gunny and asked; "You
feeling any better Gunny, I mean I thought you were going to pass out when
we got back to the house."

	The Gunny seemed to be feeling better and nodded his head yes; "I
don't know what the fuck happened out there, I mean one minute I'm doing
fine, the next, I felt like I was going to pass out.  I got my annual
physical in a couple of weeks, I'm going to make sure I talk to the Doc
about it, that's all I need to do is go belly up right in the middle of
something when the shit hits the fan."

	Matt was a little worried about what he had seen happen to the
Gunny during the morning run, but didn't say anything after the Gunny said
he'd tell the Doctor who gave him his physical about it.  Looking at the
two Squadies who sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table and were very
carefully not looking at each other, he asked; "How bout some breakfast, I
don't know about anyone else, but I'm just about starving?"

	Mitch had detached himself from the group who had made the morning
run and went straight to Doctor Allyn's car, the Doctor asked if he had any
problem with his prosthesis, Mitch smiled before replying; "No sir, I wore
it to bed and didn't even realize it was there until I walked half way to
the bathroom this morning.

	The Doctor smiled; "That's good news, you ready to head to my
workshop so I can check the power consumption statistics?"

	"Yes sir, my dad said let him know when he needs to come and get me
he or one of the other guys will be there." Mitch answered.

	The fact that Mitch had made two three mile runs the first day he
had his new prosthesis really surprised the Doctor.  He was expecting Mitch
to take it easy for a while and slowly work up to strenuous exercise
levels. "OK, did you encounter any pain from your biological leg coming in
contact with the material the leg is constructed from?"

	Mitch shook his head no; "No sir, that gel padding works great,
it's much better than the padding I had in my other 'Leg' and it provides
me more of a cushion from the impact when I run."

	Twenty-five minutes latter, Mitch was in the Doctor's Lab and had
stripped down to his skiveys, the doctor was in the process of connecting
his 'Leg' to his computer.  When he brought the systems diagnostic screen
up he studied the information displayed and smiled; "You're going to love
this, even with the two three mile runs you made, the fuel cell still has
90% of advertised power available."  Both of them smiled at each other, the
Doctor then requested Mitch to perform several different standard
calisthenics.  By 15:00 when Doctor Allyn made his last check on power
consumption, the level was only .03% less than when they started, and Mitch
was worn out.

	Finished for the day, the Doctor drove Mitch back to the Bateman
house, telling him that it was no trouble and that it gave him an excuse to
drive his Vet on the open road where he could "let it out a little," on the
way back Mitch asked; "Hey Doc, do ya think it'd be OK if I went swimming
with the 'Leg' on, I mean you said it was waterproof?"

	The Doctor thought a minute or so before answering; "Alright Mitch,
give it a go.  If it feels like its' response time slows down, or it starts
vibrating, get out of the water quickly and give me a call.

	Mitch waved to the Doctor as he drove away from the house and
turned to enter the building when Justin Stanton came hurtling towards him
and grabbed him in a bear hug that almost took his breath away.  "Whoa
dude, looking pretty good, Geez I missed ya.  Saying that he grabbed Mitch
by his ears and pulled him into a kiss that finished the process he started
with the hug, besides taking his breath away, he made Mitch pop wood to
match his own.

	When the two finally broke the kiss and Mitch was able to get his
breath back he asked; "Is that a pack of LifeSavers in your pocket, or are
ya just glad to see me?"

	In answer to Mitch's question, Justin ground his hard cock into
Mitch's equally hard cock and asked; "What do you think Gimp?"

	Four months ago if anyone had called him gimp, it would have
shattered him, now, when his lover called him that it turned him on
thinking how this boy was going to make him feel in just a little while.
Justin hugged him tight and then moved away from him before he shot a wad
into his skiveys.

Justin looked Mitch in the eyes and laughed before saying; "Yeah, if we
kept that up, I would a made a mess too."

	Mitch looked at Justin's jeans and laughed at the small wet spot
where the head of his dick was; "Would of, it looks like you did."
Reaching out he tweaked Justin's dick through the cloth of his pants,
Justin got a pained look on his face and the spot grew bigger as he stood
there shaking.

	"Oh fuck!"  He gasped and his face turned bright red.  "Now look
what you went and did, oh shit come on, I got to change my clothes."  The
boys ran to garage and took the elevator to the Cavern level so Justin
wouldn't have to let everyone know how excited his lover had gotten him,
then moved quickly to Justin and Ted's room.  Luckily Ted was off somewhere
with Shane and they were alone.  Closing the door behind them, Mitch locked
it then turned to his boyfriend and helped him get undressed; 'helped' may
have been too light of a word to describe how Mitch all but ripped Justin's
clothes off him.  When Justin wore nothing but a smile, Mitch knelt before
him and started to lick the cum from his softening dick, and the area
around it.  While Mitch was cleaning Justin's balls with his tongue, he
quickly felt Justin's re-hardened cock rubbing against the side of his
face.  Taking his now hard cock between his lips and sucking gently on the
head of it, he realized that his lover's dick had grown in length and
girth.  Grabbing Justin's ass with both hands, he pulled him in, taking the
new length deeper into his mouth until it started to enter his throat,
causing him to start gagging.  Justin tried to pull back, but Mitch was
having none of that and kept pulling more and more of his lover's dick
deeper and deeper into his throat.  When his nose was buried in the sparse
bush of Justin's pubic hair, Mitch slowly started to pull back; breathing
through his nose, he then repeated his deep throat of Justin's cock.  Mitch
continued for three more times when suddenly Justin grabbed his head in
both hands and thrust his cock as deep as he could, his dick expanded and
Mitch felt the cum pulse through the vessel on the bottom of Justin's dick
and felt it hit the back of his throat on its way to his belly.  After the
first couple of shots, Mitch pushed Justin back until just the head of
Justin's dick was in his mouth, allowing Mitch to savor the unique flavor
of his first love.

	When Justin finished cumming, Mitch gently licked him clean and
pushed Justin on to the bed, moving up his lover's body with soft kisses,
he kissed Justin on the lips and pushed his tongue between his teeth,
exploring and caressing his lovers tongue and mouth.

	While Mitch and Justin were enjoying each other in their room, Matt
and Keener were just entering James room at the hospital.  As they entered,
Phil Martin and his boyfriend David White looked up from where they were
sitting alongside James' bed; "Hi guys!" Phil greeted them.  "How they
hanging?"

	Matt nodded and answered; "OK, how's James doin, any change?"

	Phil smiled a little; "About two hours ago, I saw his hand move a
little, Davey went and got the nurse and after she checked on him she said
she thought it was a muscle twitch.  I think he's trying to wake up, I know
he knows we're here, he's just having trouble coming out of it is all."

	Both Matt and Keener smiled at the two boys and Matt said; "I don't
know how I'd get through this if it weren't for all you boys helping out
like you have, I owe you big time and I won't forget what you've done for
us, ever."

	Phil and David blushed at the praise; "Matt, don't even go there,
after what you and James have done for us, we won't be able to do enough
for you guys if we live to be a hunert years old." David didn't say
anything; he just nodded his agreement with what his lover had said.

	Keener spoke for the first time since entering the room, "Why don't
you two take off, Matt and I want to spend some time with James?"

	Both boys nodded and stood up; David moved to the side of the bed
and gently stroked James' hand and said; "Phil and I are leaving now James,
Matt and Keener are going to be here with you for awhile, we'll be seeing
you later."

	The two boys left and the two adults took over the vigil, relating
everything that had been happening since last they were there, Mitch's new
'leg', the Gunny almost passing out and the possibility of the Unit going
up against a SEAL team.  About fifteen minutes after they sat down the door
opened and Thompson Gettrick entered the room.

	The first thing out of his mouth was; "Hey Matt, any change?"  Matt
told him what Phil had said and then about the Gunny.  The three men sat
there and talked among themselves and to James for close to three hours.
The three men sat quietly, each with their own thoughts; each hoping James
would wake soon and come back to them, to his brother, his friend and to
his lover.

	About 19:00 Clint Davidson entered the room and told the three men
to take a hike, he had the "watch."  As Matt, Keener and Thompson were
leaving they heard Clint say; "Evening James, any time you're ready to wake
up we'll be here for you.  Oh yeah, I got the new John Ringo book, here
goes."  Saying that he started to read out loud to James, in a soft gentle
voice.

	The Saturday morning meeting started promptly at 08:00, after the
usual briefing and Q & A session, the Squadies were dismissed to their
sub-units for the scheduled activities.  During the briefing, Matt had seen
Gunny Johansson and what appeared to be a Navy Chief enter the Cavern and
move quickly to the EDF.  Matt, Keener, George Babcock and the Gunny all
headed to the EDF to find out what was going on.

	Entering the EDF they found Gunny Johansson and the Chief sitting
at a table drinking coffee.  Moving to the table the Gunny spoke in a low
menacing voice; "What the fuck are you doing bringing this here muzzle
fucker in to an area filled with innocent children?"

	Before Gunny Johansson could respond the Navy Chief growled back;
"Fuck you Jarhead, if what Oly here has been telling me is true these here
'Innocent Children' have been busy fucking a bunch of candy assed Marines
for the last month or so."

	Keener and George stiffened up and were about to jump in the
Chief's shit about what he had said to the Gunny when the Gunny, Gunny
Johansson and the Chief all broke out laughing.  The Gunny finally stopped
laughing and said; "Nice seeing you again Greg, Oly here tells me you want
to bring some of your boys over to play?"

	The Chief, actually a Senior Chief (E-8, the equivalent to a Marine
Master Sergeant) nodded his head slowly before speaking; "If what he's told
is true, I'd be a fool not to try to talk you and your guys into letting us
work with you, I want my boat crews to be prepared for whatever they might
run into when they're deployed."

	The Gunny thought for a minute before speaking; "Our guys may not
be able to give your teams what they need, their good against large groups
like our Force Recon Teams, but I'm not sure how they'll handle the snoopin
and poopin your guys will be doing."

	The Senior Chief smiled at the compliment the Gunny had just given
him and his teams.  He looked at the other Marines and Matt, then he got a
look of recognition on his face and a smile lit his up his face; "You're
Matt Bateman aren't you, SEAL Team 4 out of Little Creek?"

	Matt smiled and looked a little confused, "Yeah Senior Chief how'd
you know?"

	The Chief smiled again; "You don't remember that rinky dink admin
inspection Chief Kowalski had to go through about three years ago, me and
four other guys from Special Warfare Group One out of Diego pulled on your
training department?  I was an E-7 then and wasn't running the team so you
may not remember me, I sure as hell remember you cause of the 3.8 your work
center got on the final score for the inspection, that was the highest
score we ever gave a work center on one of those AI's."

	Matt's eyes clouded over for a second than he smiled; "I remember
that one, didn't a couple of the team members get brought back to the base
the last night of the inspection by the Shore Patrol?"

	Senior Chief Bailey blushed; "Yeah, but lets talk about the Unit
and my Boat Teams, I sure would like to bring them up here and run em past
your Unit."

	The Gunny and Matt laughed but let the subject of the Shore Patrol
and the inspection team member's drop.  The six men talked about the Unit
and how they could set up an exercise involving a Boat Crew and the Unit.
It was agreed that a SEAL Team would attack the compound on the first
weekend in July, following the same procedures as the Marine Recon Units.
The Gunny and Gunny Johansson took the Senior Chief on a tour of the
building and the compound, and then Chief Bailey spent the rest of the day
observing the Unit and their training.

	The following week the unit was attacked by a 32 man Recon Team, it
was the largest exercise to date and was a stone cold bitch for everyone
involved.  The exercise almost caught the Unit with their collective pants
down; the Recon Unit came in hard and fast at 22:30 on the Friday night of
the weekend.

	The Unit members had all arrived by 18:00, most in their LOR
outfits, some especially the armor and the sniper teams in their MarCams.
The Gunny and the senior member of the Observation Team provided the
exercise briefing.

	The Unit fire teams were deployed and ambush sites were set up.  By
now the unit had 40 of the Miles Claymore's and set them up on all of the
main routes to the Unit Home, and a bunch of the less likely paths that the
Aggressor Forces could use.  The Alpha and Bravo sniper teams were
positioned and now had a small security detail of two riflemen (or to be
more exact, two rifleboys).  The sniper teams and their security detail
were either wearing Gilley suits or blankets and were all but invisible
from 20 meters away.  The unit had upgraded their spotting scopes used by
the team spotter with fifth generation low light gathering optics and were
able to see out to 800 meters at night, even without a moon in the sky.
The Jumpers were now being used as fire teams; they had been broken down
into two teams with Connor Beck and Jordan Littlelk as the team leads.  The
exercises were getting more difficult, the word had leaked out that the
defending force was made up of kids and that they kicked everyone's ass
that had come at them so far.  Some of the Marines coming against them now
had heard the rumors and thought it was just so much bullshit; others who
had talked to members of the teams that had gotten their asses handed to
them were believers.

	Before Jap had deployed for the evening, Bill Tilden pulled him
aside and said; "Jap, I don't know when you can expect the Aggressors to
attack, but I do know there are more of them than they've sent against you
guys in the past, so keep your eyes open. You and Jacky can really make a
difference if it drops in the pot for you guys."

	Jap smiled at the Lance Corporeal; "Thanks Bill, I appreciate the
heads up, I'm glad to see their going to take us seriously for a change.
Besides, some of our guys are starting to think we can't be beaten and
that's the kinda attitude we don't need."

	While they were checking their gear, Jap got both teams and their
security details together and briefed them on what Bill had told him.  One
of the newer boys, Tim George, spouted off; "Fuck em, they ain't shit, we
whipped their asses before and we'll whip em this time too."

	Jacky Hoffman, the Bravo Team sniper jumped square in his shit;
"Listen dickhead, that's the type of bullshit talk that'll fuck us big
time, you keep that kind a talk up and I'll have your ass in a fire team so
fast your fucking head'll spin."

	As they were heading out of the arms room to take up their
positions, Jap grabbed Jacky by arm and held him back; "Oooo, I just love a
big strong savage like you," he lisped.

	Jacky laughed and warned him; I'll show you a big strong savage
after we finish this exercise, maybe three or four savages."

	Now it was Jap's turn to laugh; "Yeah, right, I'll believe it when
you fuck m... I mean show me."

	The two boys hurried to catch up with their teams, laughing as they
ran, both looking forward to the "Savages" they would find in their very
near future.

	At 22:00, Jap and his team had set up and were taking turns using
the spotting scope to check for the aggressors when they heard some gravel
sliding down the trail to their position.  The two boys of their security
detail shouldered their rifles, Jeff Shields aimed his at the sound that
alerted them and Rick Hone aimed the other direction in case someone was
trying to sneak up on them from two separate directions.

	Jeff called out in a loud whisper, "Flash?"

	Just as he was taking up the slack on his trigger he heard the
countersign, "Thunder," in an obvious adult voice.  Not recognizing the
voice the two riflemen maintained their weapons at the ready.

	Jeff called out; "Advance and be recognized."

	The adults were one of the Marine Observers along with the Navy
Senior Chief that had been hanging around for the last week or so.  Only
when the two were recognized did the security detail lower their rifles and
put their safeties on.

	The Marine had been present for three of the earlier exercises and
knew what was going on, the Senior Chief asked a bunch of questions, like
what the range was they could hit at, how fast Jap could cycle the Barrett,
and stuff like that.  He seemed to be really interested in the Gilley
blankets and where they had gotten them.  Jap and his spotter continued
their scan of the terrain, knowing they were close to the start of the
evolution because of the adult's presence.  At 22:20, the sound of low
flying helicopters coming towards them from the west could be heard, slowly
getting louder.  The familiar wukata, wuckata of their blades slicing
through the air came closer then seemed to remain constant, after about 30
seconds, the sounds of the helicopters started to get lower and lower until
the sound was gone.

	The headphones they were wearing came to life as Bobby Bauer,
Matt's ADC spoke; "All units, all units, we have unknown personnel on the
ground moving east on lines two, five and seven, numbers exceed twenty, I
repeat, numbers exceed twenty.  All fire teams prepare to engage, CIC
(Combat Information Center) out."

	Jap turned to the Observer and the Chief and said; "Sirs, I need to
ask you get down on your bellies and be quiet, I don't want you to give
away our position and we need to concentrate on what's happening out
there."

	Rick and Jeff moved to each side of the sniper and his spotter and
continued their surveillance of the areas of approach to their position,
just in case their location had been compromised.  While the security
detail continued to scan the area to each side of the shooting position,
Doug James, the spotter and Jap continued to search for targets to the
front.  The headphones came to life again and Bobby Bauer's started
relaying orders; "All stations this is CIC, the Aggressor Unit following
line two has split, seven, I repeat seven 'bogies' are moving towards line
one, the remaining 'bogies' are continuing on line two.  Alpha, prepare to
engage 'bogies' on line one, CIC out."

	When the shooting position had been set up, the team had placed
rocks that had large numbers from one to ten painted on them in front of
their 'Hide' (camouflaged shooting positions) that were in direct line with
the lines of advance before them.  The numbers on the rocks were positioned
so that the numbers could only be seen from the 'Hide' and set at different
distances so that they wouldn't look like they had been placed there and
possibly give away their position.  Jap and Doug lined up their rifle and
spotting scope on line one and waited for the 'bogies' to appear.

	Doug was the first to see the approaching 'bogies' and spoke
softly; "Target, 250 meters west on line one, six bad guys."

	Jap answered; "Target acquired, I'm going to start with' bogie six'
and work forward to 'bogie one' keep your eyes on them if they go to ground
before I get them all."

	Senior Chief Bailey watched and listened to the four boys, the only
ones actually doing any talking was the little red headed sniper and his
spotter.  The Chief had to listen carefully to hear what they said, if
nothing else impressed him, it was the team's noise discipline; it was some
of the best he had ever experienced.  When the sniper fired his first
round, the chief had a hard time believing how fast the boy cycled the big
rifle's action and then fired again within four or five seconds.  The
spotter was directing him to individual targets and within a minute and a
half, all of the aggressors that came down line one were rendered
ineffective.

	 Doug James and Jap went back to sweeping their assigned area,
seeking out more targets.  While they had been busy dealing with the
aggressors coming down line one, all hell had broken out on two of the
three remaining lines, Claymores and the associated artillery simulators
started popping on lines five and seven.  Jap and Doug paid close attention
to line two; there were still aggressor forces in the small arroyo and they
didn't know what they were up to.

	The biggest mistake that the Unit made in any of the exercises
occurred that night, for whatever reason, the two LAV's were ordered into
the arroyos that lines two and five followed.  The two armored vehicles
moved slowly into them and stopped, Justin Tannonligua and Tyler English
the vehicle commanders opened up with their pedestal mounted M-60's and
were hosing down the area where they thought the aggressors had gone to
ground.  Suddenly, the rotating flashing red lights mounted on the top of
both LAV's started flashing and all firing from the LAV's ceased.  Since
the flashing red light indicated a catastrophic kill when it comes on,
meaning that the aggressors had taken out both of the Unit's heavy weapons
systems almost simultaneously.

	Jap and Doug James almost missed the movement by the aggressor
forces as they started around the LAV in the arroyo of line two.  Doug was
the first to see them and bring them to Jap's attention, at just over 500
meters; it was like shooting fish in a barrel.  Jap took out three of the
remaining seven aggressors before they could take cover behind the
'destroyed' LAV.

	While the two forces were shooting it out in the arroyos, Matt, who
had Bobby Bauer in overall command of the battle watched as his ADC tried
to contain the aggressor forces.  Matt was totally taken by surprise when
Bobby ordered his command staff to arm themselves and take up position to
the east of the main entrance of the house.  Bobby maintained command and
control through a portable radio strapped to the back of one of the
Squadies designated as a radioman.  The radio was a man portable PRC-70,
used mainly for Special Forces use and was great for command and control of
ground units.

	The aggressor forces started out with 32 Marines, that number had
been reduced to twelve by the ambushes and the two snipers.  While the
fighting was going on, none of the Unit's Squadies had noticed the
aggressor force sniper setting up farther back at the top of the arroyo of
line five, the first indication they had that he was there was when first
one then the other of Japs security team were taken out.  When Jap's Miles
gear started alarming everyone knew they were in trouble.  Doug James made
himself as small as possible and reported what had happened over the radio,
Jacky Hoffman and his team were able to spot the aggressor's spotter team
and take them out before they knew they were under fire.  While Jacky was
occupied with the aggressor's sniper, the twelve remaining aggressors from
line two and line five made a dash for the cover of the house.  The
aggressors lost four more men to the remaining members of the Unit's fire
teams.  This was the closest an aggressor force had made it to gaining
access to the house since just after James' accident and everyone was
worried.  That is, everyone but one.

	Bobby had made sure that the remaining two M-60's were set up on
both sides of his command group to provide enfilade fire against any of the
aggressors who tried to gain access to the house.  He had been warned that
eight of the Marines had effected a breakout of the two arroyos and had
taken cover on the north side of the house that was shielded from sight of
the front and the positions occupied by the Units fire teams and remaining
sniper.

	Suddenly all eight of them came running around the side of the
building in a low crouch, right into a shit storm of rifle, machine gun
fire and a Miles Claymore that Bobby had set up.  Before they could get
past the closed garage door, all their Miles alarms were sounding and the
exercise was over.

	The exercise had lasted for 37 minutes from the first sound of the
helicopters to the last Claymore going off, or about ten times longer that
any of the previous 'battles' the Unit had fought and their casualties were
the highest they'd ever suffered.  The final tally was twenty-one Squadies
still standing when it was all over; this was one third of the total number
of the Unit's membership.  They won, but they knew they had been in a
fight.

	The debriefing took six hours, when it was over, both the Marines
and the Squadies felt like they had been put through the ringer.  Both the
Marines and the Unit members crashed hard that night, reveille was
suspended and most everyone slept until noon.

	The fifth battle of the Bateman compound was over.

Aggressors 1, Defenders 4.  Hoo Aww!!

End of Chapter 36 Next; Chapter 37 The Return of Launy



I'd like to take a moment and thank Jamie Haze, Author, Mentor, and Friend
for the encouragement he has given me in the writing of this story, and the
editing of it for me.  I encourage you all to read Somerset Farm, Dooby
Rhymes With Scooby and Apartment 141 by Mr. Haze.  I also want to thank
David, the owner/operations manager of SHV Webhosting in Ottawa, Ontario,
Canada, David is my technical advisor and linguistics expert.


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