Authors Notes:
This story is roughly based on some bondage and torture prints I found on the Internet. They apparently show prisoners, tied and beaten, most are suspended. The time frame looks like World War 2 Japan or one of the Japanese Occupied Territories.
Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All persons are also fiction and have no bearing on anyone living or dead. It deals with male to male sex, BDSM, torture, Degradation and Death. Anyone reading this story should know that it is illegal in some States and Provinces to view this type of material.
NOT MY CUP OF TEA:
CHAPTER 2
"This is strictly an observation Mission. His Majesty's Submarine Lockspur will carry you to this small bay near the southern tip of Korea. After you contact a guide ashore they will let you off. Once on dry land the guide will take you to this mining camp. There are two mines, one coal and the other iron ore. WE wish to know what the estimated Guard force is and also the type of workforce they are using. There have been unconfirmed reports that they are using British and Canadian Troops taken at Hong Kong. If they are using captured troops you send the code `White Eagle' at the times specified. The weapons you have are for self defense only. Now we have given you two blocks of explosive. These you might need at your pick up point. This larger bay is about 20 miles north. From guerrilla reports, two Jap gunboats stop in the bay from time to time. Now this is important, if the gunboats are there they have to be destroyed before the sub will pick you up. Lockspur has no deck guns. All your times and codes are in that package there. After you have read it and memorized them, destroy them."
"Any questions so far?"
"Suppose the sub doesn't show up?" I asked.
"Especially if we have already destroyed the gunboats. The place will crawling with Japs in no time." George said "Your guide is a member of a local guerrilla group. He will hide you until other arrangements can be made."
"Fucking great!" George said.
"You should have no problems. Quiet in and quiet out."
We both sat and studied the map. After a while I looked at George. He nodded. We both got up and grabbed our packs.
"Right. Where's the bloody sub?"
The Corporal will drive you down. Good luck and God speed."
When we were delivered to the dock the Lockspur was tied to, George was definitely not impressed. It was in comparison to subs even in 1941, very small and outdated. In place of her deck guns were two ungainly looking tanks. The Commander welcomed us aboard.
"Right, now we can get underway. I'll show you our VIP quarters and later I'll give you a tour of your home for the next six days."
Our VIP quarters, what a laugh, were about 6 feet by 5 feet. Along one wall were two bunks, one on top of the other. Under the bottom bunk were drawers. Right next to the door was a pull down desk and next to it a small basin and mirror. The other side of the door were two lockers. The overhead was a tangle of wiring and pipes. We both cracked out heads. Even at my meager 5 foot 9 inches I had to duck, George at close to six foot was almost bent in half. It was obvious the only solution was to be sitting or lying down. Add all that together and then add in the temperature at near I figured 90 degrees and it did not make for a comfortable trip.
Dressed in our winter gear we were sweating instantly.
As we both decided to undress, that too became a problem.
"Look Simon, you sit down while undress."
I dropped the little fold down stool by the desk and sat as George stripped to his skivvies. Then George laid on the lower bunk while I stripped. Seeing George laying on the bunk with nothing more than green boxers on, I knew what I wanted. Before I could move a tap came to the door and a Petty Officer stuck his head in.
"Captain said you might need these. It's going to very rough sailing for the first few days." He dropped to buckets on the deck.
"Thanks PO, but I don't think we will need them."
He laughed and closed the hatch. I put the latch on the door and turned back to George. Without waiting I kneeled on the deck and buried my nose in his ample basket. I lifted up and he pushed his shorts down. Now I could get at the real fruit. We found out quickly what the PO meant. I didn't even have to move up and down on his cock, the rolling and lurching of the boat did all the work. Not have enjoyed each other for almost a week, George didn't take long to pump a substantial load into my mouth. I loved the taste of his cream. We changed positions and George didn't take long to get me off.
Now temporarily sated we both climbed into a bunk. By pushing with our feet against the bulkhead we could stay in one place. Both exhausted we fell quickly asleep.
We slept a solid six hours and were awakened by another tap on our door. George rolled out of bed, cracked his head, swore and opened the door.
The same PO handed in two sets of light weight coveralls.
"Right. Breakfast is on if you can handle it. Coveralls so you don't need your woolens. When you're ready, I'll show the head and mess."
The rolling was worse this morning, but it didn't bother either of us. George dressed and then sat down. I climbed out and as I dressed my morning wood was right in his nose.
"Mmmm, nice love." He kissed the end sticking out of my boxers.
I quickly tucked it in and patted him on the head.
"Later love. Pee break first and then food."
The PO showed us the head. No showers, probably would not have a shower until we got back to base, if we even got back. We were shown into the tiny mess.
"Breakfast Sirs?"
"Sure, what have you got?"
"Bangers, eggs and hash. Toast, jam. Coffee in the urn Sirs. Suggest only half cup at a time otherwise it will be slopping all over."
"Sounds good, can you double up on the eggs." I said.
"Make it a double Cookie."
"Double eggs on both, Aye Sirs."
We wedged ourselves into a table and sipped the coffee. Soon after we had our breakfast. WE watched as several sailors seeing us wolf down the greasy eggs and sausages bolt from the mess. The Cook laughed.
"Don't got their sea legs yet."
The young Captain came in ordered breakfast and joined us.
"You two look like your doing just fine. It will be rough like this for the next couple of days until we run out of this gale."
"No problem Captain."
"If it gets real bad, we'll go under until it passes."
I thought about being under water. I'm not sure I liked the idea.
"No problem Captain." George said.
"Good, when you're done, I'll give you a tour."
After a quick tour we were on the small bridge. Everyone was wedged into his position. We held on as the Captain gave us a rundown of his boat.
"We're a modified S Class. Torpedo tubes are gone as well as our deck guns. Mainly to make room for fuel. The crew is normally around thirty but we have only 20 on board. We have accommodation for up to 20 extra men. That is our primary job, getting men and equipment onto enemy held territory. You two are our only passengers this trip."
We will wait around to pick you up in five days." He then pulled up a chart.
"This bay we will drop you in has very deep water right up to the beach. We will be able to drop you off less than two hundred yards off. Now this other bay is a different kettle of fish altogether. Deep water ends right at the entrance to the bay. Inside its just barely a hundred feet deep. This boat takes sixty five feet to be completely down. In daylight they could spot us easily sitting on the bottom. If those gunboats are there, you have to take them out for us to pick you up."
He then pulled a large scale topographic map of Southern Korea.
"Your objective is here, barely 7 miles from the coast. Now the guy that is going to guide you has also said they have built another installation here. He has no idea what it is for. It's on your route north, so you can check it out on your way to the pick up point."
"No problem Sir."
WE studied the map intently and then headed back to our cramped room. WE pulled out our orders. Included were two plastic covered maps of just the area of our objective. I has never seen anything like the small maps. After memorizing everything we used one of the buckets to burn everything. The flimsy paper our orders were on disintegrated instantly, with little smoke or ash. When George put his lighter under his small map, it burned so fast he didn't even have time to let it go. "Jesus, you get burned?"
"No, fuck they sure go up fast. Maybe we should keep that other one. We know it just disintegrates fast, so we can get rid of it quick."
"Good plan. Any suggestions what we do for the rest of the trip?"
"Well it's a sure bet I can't get you on your back in here, but I could do you doggy style. You could do me that way too." The words were hardly out of his mouth before I had my coveralls and shorts down and was leaning over his bunk.
He locked the door was entering me almost as fast. No hurry here, we enjoyed a long morning of screwing each other. After a wash we slept. Every night we sucked each other off before sleeping.
Food was great and I think we might have even gained a few pounds in the short trip. Very early on the fifth day we approached the Korean Shore. We had to wait submerged until the following night. I was really on edge that last few hours.
We heard the electric motors start. George rolled out of his bunk and quickly dressed. He sat on the stool as I dressed. We checked out equipment, picked up our parka and packs and headed aft to our escape hatch. Two sailors were waiting with an inflatable raft.
"About ten minutes Sir." He said. All the lights turned to red.
"Better to see in the dark Sirs" He said.
George and I just stood quietly, each buried in our own thoughts. I knew I was scared shitless. I was thinking interment would be better than sneaking around in Japanese held territory. I knew what would happen to us if we were caught. No quick death for us. I knew how they regarded POW's, I could imagine what they thought of spies.
"Stand by to surface." Came over the speaker.
"Surface." "Here we go Sirs." The hand said.
A few seconds later. "Deck awash, open the hatch."
They quickly opened the hatch, hauled up the raft. By the time we were on deck with our gear, they had the raft inflated. We stowed our gear.
"Climb in Sirs. We'll submerge under you. Beach just over 150 yards."
Very quickly we were alone. A flashing light from shore guided us as we paddled across the still water. Sooner than I thought we were on shore. A man ran up and helped put our packs on. He then cut hole in the raft to deflate it. We dragged it up the beach. He had already dug a hole. We put the raft in the hole and covered it with sand. Not a single word had been spoken.
"This way." He said in Korean.
He led us off at almost a run up through the jumble of rocks near the beach. Then into a huge stand of pine trees. Here he stopped.
"About 5 hours till sunup. We make it to overlook by dawn." He said.
"Lead on." I answered him in Japanese. For me it was a test.
"I don't speak Japanese." He said in perfect English.
"Jesus you speak English?"
"Why not? I was born in England."
I just shook my head.
"I'll explain later. Now we need to hurry."
He led off again at a very fast pace. We stopped about once an hour for a short break. George and I were both sweating, even though the temperature was well below freezing.
After almost four hours he finally stopped. Going down on his hands and knees he led us very slowly forward and into a copse of low trees. A dugout was under the trees. Once inside we dropped our packs. With just our parkas and field glasses he led us forward to an observation post.
The whole valley was laid out before us. It was also lit up. Lights everywhere.
From our vantage point, I could see two rail lines running into the mine site. Farther south, it looked like there was a marshalling yard. At the actual mine sites, I saw that two lines of men and boys walked out of the mine with a yoke over their shoulders. On each end was bucket filled with either coal or iron ore. They walked up a ramp and their buckets were dumped into coal cars on one side and ore cars on the other. It looked like almost all the coal train was filled, while the ore train only had a couple filled.
Soldiers walked along the line of men. All had their weapons on their shoulders, but carried a whip of some kind. Anytime one of the men or boys faltered, the soldiers would whip them to move them on. From what I could tell the their only covering was a tight wrapping covering there cock and balls. George pointed out what he thought was an officer. I was sure too, he carried a long sword in his belt. As the sun came up the Officer walked to the line of men and boys. I saw him point at one of the young men. The young man dropped his yoke and followed the officer. They both entered a building.
"We have seen this happen almost every night and morning. WE don't know what goes on inside that building." Our guide said.
A few minutes later an Officer exited the building followed by another young man. The young man looked like he was some pain, but I noticed too he was clean and had on a clean covering. Without hesitation he ran over and picked up a yoke and joined the line heading into the mine.
"Do you think they are collaborating with the enemy?"
"Not in the way you think. I'm sure now I know what happens in that building."
"Can you tell me?"
I wondered if he would understand.
"You saw that boy come out clean and in some pain. I suspect that each time an officer goes off duty he picks one of the men to help him bathe. After the boy or man has washed him and washed himself he is probably raped. Probably continuously all night.
"Raped?"
"Yeah the Officer shoves his cock into the boys ass and vice versa. The boy has a choice either do as he's told or die. That boy that came out chose life."
"That's, that's criminal." He said.
"Not to the Japanese."
When I said that, the guide just looked at me.
"You said you were raised in England. I was raised in Japan. When I was ten my Father sent me to an all boys school run by the Warrior Class. At age eleven I was raped by a thirteen years old boy. Over the next four years I was raped by almost 100 boys and men. I was also forced to suck them off. If I had refused I would have been beaten to death. I chose life too."
He looked at me with an open mouth.
"If your thinking about now. Yes I am what you call a faggot. I still enjoy a cock in my ass and I love to suck cocks."
"It wasn't what I was thinking, but now I know to be careful around you." He laughed.
"You're not shocked?"
"Not really. It's not talked about and not condoned, but it is fairly common in Korea and other Asiatic Countries."
At least now we know those men and boys are not helping the enemy by choice. Some of the other men in our group had talked about killing them."
Now in full daylight we could really see the operation. At one point another group of men and boys were marched into the compound from the North. The one working dropped their yokes and formed lines heading North. The new arrivals just picked up where the other group left off.
"They work two twelve hour shifts everyday. No days off, no breaks during the day. For all this they receive a small portion of rice and meat. All are just slaves to the Japanese. We have heard almost fifty die each day. Either starvation or killed by the guards."
One of the pieces of equipment we had been given was a very good camera with several telephoto lenses. Ironically it was made in Japan. George took several rolls of film. We had all we needed to know. Tonight we could leave and head north.
We ate some of our rations and took turns sleeping. Well after dark we left the hide and headed for the new camp we had been told about. We were in no rush this time and made it to the new camp in under a couple of hours. It too, was well lit and at first I thought it was a POW Camp. It had a high wire fence around the entire camp with guard towers. Problem was the buildings did not look like prisoner quarters. They were too well built and in some cases very ornate designs were painted on them. I was at a loss as to what it was for.
We quickly built a hide to observe the camp for the next day.
WE heard a bell sound and again I thought it was a POW camp. About forty men and boys ran from one of the buildings and kneeled in rows in front of the building. The problem was again these guys were too well fed. All looked in good shape. All were Korean too.
"Get some pictures George."
An officer walked out of another building. Dressed in just pants and shirt with a long cane in his hands. He yelled something and all the men stood, with their hands on their heads and legs spread slightly. Obvious to me an inspection position. All I saw had nothing more on than a tight short. Some looked really well hung in the glasses. I began to wonder right then. If this had been Japan, those would have been Joy Boys. Problem with that idea was that Joy Boys were only used by the Elite of the Warrior Class. Unless...
"Put the telephoto lens on George. I have an idea, but I want to make sure first."
Confirmation came very quick as a very well dressed man walked out onto the grounds. He had two swords at his black belt. I heard George snapping pictures. He walked forward and pointed at one man. The man shuffled forward. Another command rang out and he dropped his covering. The officer walked up to him and fondled his balls and cock. It did not take long until we could see his very hard cock standing straight out from his thick bush. The young man never moved. The officer moved away a bit and then looked at the young man. In a blur that even I did not see the officer pulled one of his swords and sliced off the boys cock very close to his body. The boy let out a piercing scream, grabbed at his crotch and fell to his knees. His head left his shoulders in an instant. As it rolled away the body twitched several times. The guide next to me puked his guts out.
"Damn I never even saw the blade move." George said.
"Did you get his face picture?"
"Yes and the execution."
Only very high Officers in the Japanese Army wore such elaborate dress and carried two swords. I wondered if this might be a rest camp for the Elite of the Warrior Class. If so I also wondered how may of those officers were here at any one time. A chance to kill a shit load of Warriors was too good to pass up. Over the next hour several more boys were picked by officers. None were as elaborately dressed as the first, but all carried at least one sword and all wore kimono's. No more boys were killed either. Some were not even required to remove their covering. All that had been picked were led away by guards.
The rest were dismissed and headed into the building they had come out of.
The next problem was our position only allowed us to look into the central part of the camp. Near one end were two more open places. One from the steam rising from it I figured were baths. We needed to move to look into those two compounds. If one of them were in fact a bath, I had a sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach that I knew what the other was. This whole place brought back memories of my childhood in Japan.
We carefully moved back and then down through the thick trees. We came to a place overlooking both compounds. The sick feeling returned when I saw one of the compounds. Several poles and crosses were set up in a circle. A row of soft seats were on a raised platform to one side. No one was in the compound at the moment. I sat back and told both George and the guide to sit close.
"When I was ten, my Father took me to a compound just like this one. The layout is a copy of the one next to the Imperial Palace in Tokyo. As a child, I was allowed to accompany my Father. We were given a room where we disrobed. I was given a white kimono to wear. My Fathers was more like that first officer we saw. My father also had two swords. We went to the baths. Two young men washed us all over. My Father took off with one of them while I soaked in the tub. When he came back we dressed again and went out and sat on soft benches. Before us tied and gagged were several young men. Most still had underwear on. But they were tied in such a way that you could tell all had big balls and cocks. One boy was nude and tied in such away that his legs were almost bent back double. His arms were similarly tied. His cock and both balls were tied forward, so both were like together. A small platform was tied to the end of his cock and balls. I asked my Father about him and he told me to wait and see. After we were served refreshments, one of seated men would get up. He'd pick up either a whip or a bamboo cane. He would then either whip or beat one of the boys. Sometimes until the boy passed out. Gagged they couldn't even scream. Every once in a while a officer would pick up a flat plate and put it on the platform under the nude boy. By the time we left his cock and balls had been stretched almost 10 inches. My Father beat one boy senseless, then just as it was an everyday event sliced his balls off. We took them with us when we left."
"My God. That is definitely criminal." The guide said.
"As I said before not in Japan. The Warrior class have absolute control and can anything they want to anyone they want. If this is a relaxation camp set up for Warriors, we have a chance to kill a whole bunch. We have to get this information back." Both knew we needed to do just that, but we couldn't move until dark. We had to sit and watch several boys systematically tortured and then emasculated. Even as some of them laughed at the boys in pain. My hatred of my country of birth grew with each hour that passed.
I couldn't tell them of my other feelings.
After dark we again headed north. Arriving at the bay on the fifth day, we found it empty. We gave the explosives and our pistols to our guide, with the promise he would not touch that camp until he was given word. He promised only to observe it. Just after midnight we rowed out into the bay. Soon after that we were on our way home.
The trip home was just as rough. We did enjoy each other, almost as a relief of getting out safe.
When we landed in Esquimalt, we given a quick dinner and then loaded on another 6x6. We then boarded an Army Green C47. At least we were headed south. We were also pretty ripe. It has been almost three weeks since we had, had a chance to bath or shower. Reluctantly we climbed into our tropical wear.
At least the fatigues were cooler. Arriving in San Diego, we met by a green sedan. As soon as we loaded our bags we climbed inside.
"Holy fuck, do you guys smell. Ever heard of a bath." The Sergeant driver said.
"Sergeant, the last time we were even close to a bath was over three weeks ago in Pearl. Just take us somewhere we can shower please."
"No Sirs. My orders are to take you directly to see the old man."
"Old Man?"
"Sorry, General Henry Blake. Commander of the OSS for the Pacific region."
What the fuck was the OSS. I had never heard of it. I looked at George, he had the same look of bewilderment on his face.
We got more than a few looks as we walked down what seemed like endless halls. No one questioned us. Our sweat stained fatigues plus the forty five on our belt and the black berets we wore obviously said to them `Don't' Touch, Don't Argue' with us. More like don't fuck with us was a better description.
The door we arrived at was guarded by Two men with sub machine guns. The name on the door said Office of Strategic Services. So what the fuck was that. One opened the door and we walked into an inner office. The sergeant just walked straight into an inner office.
He then left us.
"Damn you guys smell bad, but I guess I can understand why"
He got up walked to a small refrigerator, pulled out two beers and handed us each one.
"Sit down. I'll only keep as along as necessary."
"That message we received from your transport has scared the daylights out of a lot of people. I need you to tell me exactly what you found in your own words."
We both told him every thing we had seen and photographed. George handed him several tolls of film.
He called the Sergeant in and ordered the films be developed immediately and brought back.
"Sir I recognized the officer in that camp."
"You mean you know who he is?"
"Yes Sir. He is now I believe the Assistant Deputy Chief of Staff for the Imperial Japanese Army."
"How can you be so sure?"
Sir I met him when I was going to school in Japan. He was one of the older students."
"How well did you know him?"
"Very Sir. We got very close on numerous occasions." George snorted when I said that.
"Something I am missing here?" The General asked.
"Do you know everything about me Sir?"
Afraid I do Simon, including what happened at the Presidio."
Sir, I was raped several times by him and had to suck his dick about the same number of times."
"I pretty much thought as much. Don't worry about it Simon. Your actions along with George have proved beyond a doubt where your loyalties lie. Just so you know you are both now officers in the OSS. Your pay will catch up eventually, but you can draw from an account we have just for such occasions."
"Next question. Want to lead a team back to Korea? Strike team this time."
"Yes Sir."
"Okay as soon as we have a look at your photos, I'll get you into a BOQ so you can get cleaned up." He grabbed three more beers and handed us each one.
"Now, while we are waiting any questions?"
"What the fuck is the OSS?"
"Ah well thought you might ask that. The OSS is a very secret group set up raise havoc behind enemy lines. Weather here in the Pacific or in Germany or Italy. It was set up with the agreement of your Prime Minister Simon and our President. We recruit from all allied forces. The particular group you will lead Simon is what we consider the best of best of the best. By the way Simon you are now a Colonel, George you are a Major. I flipped a coin to pick which one made Colonel." He chuckled.
"Your men are now training in Australia."
The Sergeant brought in the photos.
"Damn these are good. Where did you get the camera?"
"Given to us in Esquimalt as part of our Gear. It's made in Japan."
"Figures. Too bad we don't have a plan of this camp. We could mock it up in Australia."
"Are you doing photo recon of Japan?"
"Yes."
"Take some picture of the Imperial Palace. There's a camp just like this one next to the palace."
"Jesus Simon you are more valuable than I thought."
"General the only thing I value right now is George. Everything else is secondary to me."
The General sat back in his chair and looked at us both.
"Look I guess I should level with you two. Simon MI5 thinks you're a spy for the Japanese. George the US Navy wants you cashiered and imprisoned as a deviate. Simon you kicked the ass of a very important man when you were in school. He deserved it, but he now has a real hate on for you. He is now in a position where could have really brought harm to you, but I said I needed you and the President told me I could have you. MI5 had no choice but go along. Even they take orders from someone. I suspect Churchill has a soft spot for you. You two don't need to watch your backs. I have that covered, but the sooner I get you out of the US the better."
"I have the records of every single man working for me. Several are just like you and would have been cashiered too, if I had not wanted them. So you are joining and commanding a group of what everyone else calls misfits. Beware these guys are the best at what they do regardless of the sexual orientation."
"Just as a side note. That last exercise of yours before you went into Korea has never been duplicated. It was one of the reasons I wanted you two."
I'll give your photos to our intelligence guys to see if they can glean anything else. I am also going to request a high altitude photo run over Tokyo."
"Sergeant." He yelled.
"Yes Sir."
"Get these two officers into a BOQ and get them new fatigues. South east Asia pattern."
"Yes Sir."
After what I considered a very short four days we were on another flying boat enroute to Australia. I was surprised there were so few people on board. We really were considered high priority.
Less than 36 hours later we landed in Darwin, Australia. Our reception was a little different. Two enlisted men loaded out gear on a jeep. We were escorted to another Jeep. I sat I front and George climbed in back. A soldier in a red beret came up and looked at us both. I'm sure he saw the Eagles on my collar and the Oak Leafs on George. He climbed in and took off. I looked at him. I saw the shoulder patch. Royal Gherkin Rifles. Christ this guy was from India.
Neither George or I were wearing any head dress. My black beret was in a side pocket. After driving through Darwin we headed out on a macadam road. We were soon on a sandy road and slowing down. O pulled out my Black Beret and put it on. George did the same. The soldier looked at me and then did a double take. He almost drove off the road stopping. He bounced out of the Jeep and stood at attention.
"I'm sorry Sir I didn't know you were our CO."
"Get in the Jeep and lets go. Too damn hot to sit in the sun."
Our arrival was not expected. When we pulled up to what I figured was the HQ, I saw all types of men in a semi-dressed state. As I stepped out of the Jeep, they all jumped to their feet. I just waved my hand and laughed.
What the fuck had I got us both into? These guys did not look like soldiers, let alone the killers the General had said they were.
As we walked into the HQ, everyone snapped to attention. The private led me to an office. Wow it had air conditioning. I sat behind the desk. Nice I thought and then looked out the window. It had to be 100 in the shade outside.
"Who is the senior NCO?"
"That would be Sgt Major Thomas Sir."
"Get him in here now."
The Sgt Major walked into my office. His whole attitude suggest insubordination.
"You sent for me Sir?"
"You forgot something Sgt Major."
He looked bewildered.
"Sgt Major, I am a full bird Colonel in what my General calls the First Special Service Force. I was told by my General that the men I had under my Command were the best of the best of the best. What I have seen so far, makes me believe they are better suited at digging latrines.
The Sgt Major licked his lips and snapped to attention.
"SIR! SGT MAJOR THOMAS REPORTING AS ODERED SIR."
"Much better Sgt Major. Stand at ease."
"Now, does anyone else in this base have air conditioning?"
"No Sir."
"Fine get rid of this one. Take it out and use one of those machine guns everyone seems to be carrying. Destroy it. From now on everyone will be in full dress. Your all supposed to be soldiers, start acting like your soldiers. The next time you go into Combat your going to be so far behind enemy lines you'll wish your still sucking your mommas tit."
"Get out of here and send in my Officers."
"There is only one other officer Sir. He is the liaison officer with the Embassy."
"Whose?"
"Ah, I believe yours Sir."
"Send him in."
"Yes Sir."
What I thought as a career diplomat walked into my office.
"I'm John Atkins from the Embassy. I'm here to keep his Majesties Intelligence services appraised of your work."
"Are you a member of MI5?"
Of course not. I report to my ambassador and he reports to the home office."
"SGT MAJOR." I said. "Yes Sir."
Get this man off my base. Take him back to Darwin."
"You can't do that. I was specifically appointed by the home office. You're a British Subject on loan. I am your boss."
"Fuck you, you are. My Boss is a General. You have a problem, I suggest you have the Ambassador take it up with the Prime Minister. Sgt Major, if he tries to enter the base again you have my permission to shoot him. Now get him out of my sight. And get rid of that fucking air conditioner."
The Sgt Major dragged the yelling officer from my office.
"You sure know how to make friends and influence people love." George laughed.
"Love, I didn't ask for this. I am supposed to take a number of men into Korea. If the Japs catch them, they will probably die screaming over a long period of time. I can't change it, but I will be damned if I am going to have someone looking over my shoulder all the time."
"I didn't say you were wrong love. I just said you could have been more diplomatic."
"Fuck diplomacy."
For the next three weeks I drilled and exercised everyone. We started with just boots and fatigues and worked up to full equipment packs. George and I did exactly as they did. We has already been through the Special Warfare Center, so it helped. After a very long march and run we stopped next to a big lake. No crocodiles in this lake. I had ordered a 6X6 to meet us there with cold beer in ice.
After everyone had a cold beer I had them all sit in the shade. I told them my Story about being raised in Japan. I also told them about Joy Boys and the camp in Korea. I also said if I had to go alone I was going destroys that camp and kill as many warriors as I could. I also said if I met my Father I would show him no mercy. My Father, I said is now in charge of all POW camps and Rest Camps.
I sat down and cried.
George quickly sat beside me and held me."
I looked out at the silent men. Would they follow me? I knew George would but of everyone else would they follow a half Jap half English Colonel. I watched as the old Sgt Major got up and walked to where I sat.
"Sir we will follow you anywhere, Not just one, but all. Fuck the high command we all go for you Sir. You wanted the Best, well we are the best as long as you Command us."
I watched the Sgt Majors eyes get very big and then he snapped to attention.
"Am I interrupting something Simon? What no salute Sgt Major?"
"We don't salute in the field Sir." I said as I started to get up.
Sit Simon. Anyone got another beer?"
A fresh beer was given to the General.
"The operation is a go. We have a sub coming to Darwin that will take twenty of your men Simon."
"Better order another Sir. Either they all go or none." I said.
"Are you refusing a direct order?"
"Not me General, Them. Either they all go or none will."
The General just laughed.
"Actually from reports I have received I knew that would happen. There will be room for them all. Simon you leave in three days."
Now that the operation was on I got scared. Sure getting into Korea was easy the first time. We were only two. Now I was going to take 45 men into the same place. If I lost even one it was going to hurt. Why did it get myself into this position? I'm not sure I could even brew a cup of tea. I was so scared.
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