Marines
Background
Mike Bradford and Don Holster had been friends since childhood. They lived on the same street in Newark, went to elementary and high school together, played on the high school football team together, dated the same girls, and even fucked Mrs. Robinson together. They were inseparable. Since Mike's father died when he was 10 years old, Mike spent many hours at the Holsters' home, becoming a member of the family. When they went to New York for recreation, they presented themselves as brothers, and in every sense, apart from the biological sense, they were brothers. Sometime during their high school years, they were joined by Debbie, Don's sister, who was two years younger than them.
After high school, they went to college; Same college, of course, and had dorm roommates. During college, Mike and Debbie began dating as a couple, and when Mike graduated from university, they married. Mike also had a sister named Maddie, and although she was a few years older than them, she and Don dated often.
But that all changed after the September 11 attacks, less than two months after Mike and Debbie's marriage.
Don and Debbie's father worked in the World Trade Center and was killed in the attack. The rage that swept the United States was nothing compared to the rage felt by the Holsters and Bradfords, especially Debbie. The four -- Mike, Debbie, Don, and Maddie -- discussed a lot about how to channel this rage in a positive direction, and eventually Mike and Don decided to enlist in the Marines. Debbie supported and even urged them to do so; Maddie agreed, But wasn't really enthusiastic.
The story takes place in late 2003, towards the end of Mike and Don's training in the Marines.
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Don dashed toward the gathering point. It was a navigation run, and each of the novices was placed at a different point around the gathering point with a map and his own running route. From afar, Don saw that none of his friends had arrived yet. He's going to be the first. That's how it was throughout the training course, Don and Mike were always first in everything, though Don led Mike, but only slightly.
They were both tall -- Don was 6'3" and Mike 6'4." Don had light brown hair and honey-colored eyes, and Mike had black hair and blue eyes. Both were also broad-shouldered and strong.
He arrived at the gathering point and looked around. "Am I the first?" he asked his sergeant.
"I'd be really disappointed if you weren't," replied the sergeant, "now let's see if Mike comes second."
Mike did arrive second, only minutes after Don, which was waiting for him with open arms. The two embraced strongly. In general, the two often hugged, as good friends from childhood, and brothers-in-law, did. It took about ten minutes for Eitan to arrive, in third place.
During the whole trainings, Mike and Don were inseparable. You've always seen them together, talking or hugging, and they've even been given a mutual nickname -- 'MikeDonald'.
A week later there was the graduation ceremony of the training course, and a month later the entire company was on a plane on route to Iraq.
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When Mike and Don arrived in Iraq, it was after Iraq had already been conquered. The goal was to hold on to the territory and destroy terrorist centers, so most of the warfare was against guerrillas who managed here and there to carry out attacks and kill American soldiers. It was painful, gnawing, and frustrating combat that required maximum concentration and quick reactions. Not a week went by without someone they knew being killed or injured. Most often from an explosion that left soldiers crippled and limbs amputated.
There are women in the Marines, but for some reason at the base where they were stationed there wasn't a single woman. On their patrols, however, they saw many local women, some dressed from head to toe and covered with hijab, but not all. In northern Iraq, about 30 miles northwest of Mosul, there were also women who were less strict about modest dress, and there were places where they could see, through binoculars, naked women, or half naked. For example, by the river, where village women would do laundry and sometimes bathe.
In the showers, the soldiers exchanged notes about this woman, or that woman, or about this or that movie actress... and masturbate. Someone once jokingly said that for some reason the sewage bill is bigger than the water bill, and another one told of a statistic according to which wherever there are Marines, the sperm is 10% of the total sewage. Wild exaggeration, of course. The jokes running around the showers were varied, once one of the soldiers asked his friend to stand with his back to him so that the sight of his butt would help him to cum; And another one declared that if there is a blockage in the sewage system, it is only because of him, because he emitted a stickier spill than silicone.
One day, at sunset, MikDonald was on observation duty. Mike sat on the hard bench and talked while Don surveyed the surrounding area with observation binoculars. From time to time, Don tilted the binoculars toward the rooftops of the village, which was about two miles from the observation tower.
"Little Jack is already six months old," sometime before they left for Iraq, Mike and Debbie had a baby and they called him after Debbie and Don's father. "At what age do babies start crawling?"
"You've found someone to ask," replied Don, the bachelor. "All I know is that at 18 they already running."
"Very funny," Mike said. "I'm the only one here..."
"Holy shit," Don blurted out.
"What happened?" cried Mike.
"A woman on the roof bathing naked."
"No way!" Mike jumped up. "Let me see."
In one second, little Jack was forgotten. He pushed Don away and snatched his binoculars. "Where is she?" he asked. "Completely naked?" That's how it is when there's sexual deprivation and desperately need for a woman.
"Do you recognize the mosque? Two houses to the left. The house with the green shutters," Don said. "But she's really fat. Just so you know."
"Every thorn is a flower in the desert," Mike said, and then he found her and sighed, "Oh, what I would do to her..."
"I'll tell my sister that you see a fat old lady as a substitute for her," Don laughed.
"Does she have breasts? Does she have a cunt? I don't need more than that," Mike replied. "Mamma Mia, she has huge breasts, like a cow's."
"Everything is plentiful with her. Ass too," Don said.
"Did you see her ass?" enthused Mike. "Come on, baby, turn around and show me your sexy ass."
"It's not sexy, it's fat and disgusting," Don said.
"I'm pretty sure it has a hole in the middle after all," Mike replied.
Don jumped up. A woman bathing nude on the roof? In a Muslim village? This is totally unreasonable! "Mike, survey the area around. Thoroughly." He said urgently. "The woman may be a diversion."
A few minutes later, Mike saw them. A squad of terrorists sneaked into the base through one of the wadis. They were warned that dusk was the most dangerous time. For some reason, the terrorists never attacked at night, but only before dark.
"There," Mike pointed out, clearing the binoculars to Don. He took a code map and located the spot where he saw the squad and immediately reported to the operations room, with location and distance. Since Don was a skilled sniper than Mike, they switched roles -- Mike returned to binoculars and Don shifted the machine gun toward the squad. He then picked up a sniper rifle and followed the squad through the telescopic sight.
Mike went back to watch the woman. "Honey, is this how you're trying to trick me?" he said. "And I thought there was something good between us."
Don smirked and as he watched the squad through the telescopic sights, he reached for his friend's genitalia.
