Dragon in the Marines - Part 2

I also learned how to build, rebuild, machine, and rework every thing necessary to repair any weapon that I got my hands on.

The work turned out to be fun, and by the time I had gotten halfway through that course of training, I had become known for being able to take even obsolete weapons, rebuild them, turning out even deadlier instruments for killing, which vaguely looked like their original counter-parts.

Since the guass was actually a mounted gun, normally mounted on a fast moving vehicle, I took a set of plans for one, reworked them, added them to some reworked rail gun plans, and came up with a semi-portable, medium weighted slug-thrower.

It came out as a cross between the guass and the rail gun, but was capable of blasting down a 6" think wall, using a ring of .50caliber steel-jacketed lead, or copper slugs.

It also had a muzzle velocity, which could put the seven balls of shot through the 6" thick armor plate of a Navy ship, and this from a distance of a half mile. (A target like a wall, could be blasted apart from a mile away.)

Other equipment, like the old M1Abrams, became so much junk after being hit with rounds from the new weapon.

But while it was good against surface vehicles and ships, once I added a laser guidance system to it, and hooked it into a computer, even the airplanes became targets.

The company which built the guass and rail-gun, bought the rights to the new weapon from me for a couple million, which I passed along to my folks, to do with what they wanted.

Well, as the days wound down, approaching graduation, the last event, which caused me to go AWOL, occurred.

Nomally, when someone had suffered like I had suffered, first losing their nuts, and then losing their cock, they would have normally been shipped off to the front lines, to server as a whore for the troops, often doing the duties of housekeeper, cook, laundress, and mmaid, as well as spreading their legs and opening their mouths for cocks.

But for me, somewhere along the line, either someone wanted me to complete my training, and then go to an overseas base, or else someone wanted to make me believe that I was gonna graduate, and get posted to either a good stateside base, or a decent overseas base.

What happened, instead, was that I was in the weapons shop one day, fine tuning the firing and guidance controls for a Humvee-mounted rail-gun, when I heard my sargeant coming.

Now one might think that hearing foot steps would be hard to do, but in my section of the shop, the walk to the shop was over a wooden walkway, so anyone coming along the walk, would make noise. Then add the fact tham the sargeabt was never known for being the silent type, and it was easy to hear him coming.

But before he got to my part of the shop, someone else came along and stopped him.

Then my sargeant, and the other guy mmoved over to the coffee pot, on the other side of the bench from where I was working.

Since it had been documented that I was also hard of hearing, when I arrived at my next training camp, I was fitted with a hearing aid, which vastly improved the quality of what I heard; and since it also automatically adjusted the volume of what I heard, even when my sargeant bellowed in my face, the volume would automatically adjust so that I could plainly hear what he had to say.

Past that, it also allowed me to hear softer conversations, but did have a control knob that I could use to tune out conversations which didnt affect me directly.

On that particular day, however, I had the volume tuned so that I could hear the vibrations given off by the control circuts, as I fine-tuned them, which allowed me to do a much better job of fine tuning tthe systems, which also got me both a promotion to Corporal, as well as an increase in pay.

So there I was, sitting on one side of the work bench, mostly hidden from my sargeant, and the other guy, who was wearing civvies.

But when the civilian mentioned my name, I immediately ceased what I was doing, and concentrated on what that guy was saying.

Upshot of it all, was that my sargeant was told not to say anything to me the night before I got my leave, as a certain General wanted me to be asleep in my bunk, when the team came to get me.

The civilian also gave the sargeant some pills, which he would use to spike my drink, which would render me unconscious, so I would not struggle when I was snatched.

The sargent asked why this was being done, and the civilian said, "Because the Marines have wasted a lot of money training a whore, when she could be busy paying Uncle Sugar back for the time and money spent for her training.

"Now you just follow orders, and nothing will happen to you."

Then the civilian left, so I went back to work, finishing up what I was doing, and then just sat there trying to figure out why I was going to be stripped of my rank, and sent off to who-knows-where, to be a whore.

For my part, I would have willingly complied with direct orders to do just that, but to overhear a conversation, wherein i was gonna be sbatched from the base, and then sent off to be a whore.......well, that sounded too much like all the things I had already gone through.

Two days later, our training section had to stand to for one last final inspection, which also included promotions for several of the section, and a second promotion for me. (I was promoted to Tech Sargeant 3rd class, for the work I had done in designing the new weapon, as well as for showing how one could use a hearing aid to fine tune electronic systems.)

Back in the barracks, we crowded around the bulletin board, to find out what our next duty station would be, and how much time we would be given before having to report to that station.

For me, according to the sheet, I would be assigned to the weapons division of the base I was currently on, with a 60day leave before i was to report.

The other guys all thought it was for the best, and while they mostly looked forward to their new station, they all felt that I had come off with a plum assignment.

I knew better, and during the party that followed, I tried hard to make sure that the only drinks i had, were those I poured for myself.

Towards the end of the party, when over half the section had already passed out, (usually right where they sat), our sargeant came over and offered me a drink.

Well, he offered me a scotch, which I accepted, and then congratulated me on my new assignment, and said, "I can't wait to see you here, working in the shop, and assisting us older guys in training the next round of heavy weaps specialists."

Then he raised his glass to a toast to me, and although I also raised my glass, I kept my lips closed, so I wouldn't have to take a drink.

I needn't have worried, though, casue after he gave me the toast, he told me flat out that he had been told not to say anything to me about being snatched later on, and had put the pills i was supposed to get, into many of the glasses of the guys in the section.

Putting my glass down, I used a napkin to wipe my mouth and lips, and then saluted him, before turning to go to my quarters.

I knew he knew I was planning something, for back when he had gotten the pills to put me to sleep, after he had gotten them, he realized that I had been on the otherside of the workbench, and would have heard the whole conversation; which meant that he would not look for me, if I turned up missing.

Back in my quarters, I packed a lite kit, putting in a change of underwear, fresh socks, emergency rations, medical kit, and a second uniform.

Once that was packed, I then packed up my gear, locked it all into the footlocker, and left the locker on my bunk.

Grabbing my maroon beret, and my kit, I walked out the back door and headed for the motor pool section.

There I walked around until I found one of the early model Humvees, and hopped in, and hot=wired it, before starting it up.

Once it was running, instead of heading for the gate out of the morot pool, I headed for the gate which would take me over to the weaps shop.

That gate was unguarded, while the other gate was, mainly as there were always guys coming to the motor pool to pick or deliver vehicles which had been worked on at the weaps shop.

At the weaps shop, I shut down that Humvee, and moved over to the Amphib-Humvee, which looked like a cross between a submarine and a land vehicle.

The AH was built to allow a squad to be landed on a beach, without the enemy knowing any of our guys were near.

Operation of the AH was simple, only needing one man to operate, although it was outfitted for carrying a twelve-man team.

It was also totally self contained, right down to a well-stocked pantry, full kitchen, (if you didn't mind being cramped for space), plus had a shower, and bunks for fifteen people.

It was the newest of its kind, and had the newest version of the weapon I designed, complete with enough ammo, that I felt I could easily stand off a full regiment of Marines, should they discover wht I had done.

And since the power plant was of a new type of fusion plant, (which could be made smaller, more compact, and required servicing only once every 100 years), all that was needed was to open the control systems, and then program in the clearances needed to drive away.

But since I didn't have those clearances, i faced either finding some other kind of transportation, or opening up the control boards and disabling the fail-safes.

That was easier than looking for another vehicle, as the only other vehicle, beside the humvee outside, was a hover tank, and that was just slightly overkill; not that I couldnt have traveled in it, but it would be noticed far quicker than the AH, if it left the weaps shop.

So using the tool kit provided to the operator, I opened the book covering the controls, and then proceeded to either by-pass or disable the failsafes.

Once that was done, I refastened all the panels, and then sat down, and fired the AH up.

It didn't take long, about 5 minutes, before all systems were in the green; so I put it into reverse, and backed it away from the side of the weaps shop.

Once I was clear, I faced a choice of routes to take off base, with the simplest being across the parade ground, and then oalong the fire trail which led to the highway.

Another way would take me out by the railroad gate, (which was never closed, as well as unguarded) but was clear across camp from where I was.

But I felt that since it was the furthest, it would be the safest.

Getting there would be a problem, but nothing unsurmountable, especially since 90% of the base was asleep, and then other 10% more interested in doing as little as possible.

Turning the vehicle, I put it in forward, and then drove out the weaps shop gate, and began following the streets which led through the camp, which would take me over to the railroad yards.

As I followed one street, I had to stop suddenly, to avoid running over this young naked guy, being chased by eight guys in blacksuits.

Keying the side door, I flipped on the headlights as the kid came past, blinding the chasers, while the kid ducked in the side hatch.

Flipping the lever which shut the hatch, I turned off the lights, and started rolling, intending to flat run over anyone in my way.

As I did, the kid came forwards, and crouched beside me to offer his thanks.

Using the keyboard and the terminal, I introduced myself, and then asked what was going on.

The kid told me that the guys chasing him were going to nullify him, and then ship him off to the front lines, to replace some whores that had been killed during a border skirmish.

That sounded odd, so i told him I hadn't known we were fighting anywhere.

"We aint fighting," he said, "But one of our overseas bases got hit hard by a typhoon, which covered an assault by this religious sect, that only attacked the barracks where the eunuch whores lived."

*How many were killed*, I typed out, while I steered the vehicle closer to the rail gate.

"According to the report i saw, only five of fifteen were killed, before our guys rallied and wiped out the attacking force," he replied.

Well, that would explain the reason behind the idea of sending me off to that base; but it only went so far; and I was damn sure I was not going over there as a whore.

So I opted for splitting, going AWOL, and hiding out in a place I knew, where there was a cave large enough for the AH to park in.

But with a passenger onboard, Ibegan wondering if it was wise to take him along.

Just as I turned down the road paralleling the railroad tracks, the kid nudged me and said, "That bus is where I would have wound up, had you not come along."

The vehicle in question was parked nose first against a building, with the rear door open.

Pulling up to the rear door, I positioned the AH so the curbside door would open dirctly into the reaar of the bus.

Locking down the control board, I pushed the kid back to one of the bunks, and had him lie down and cover up.

Then I keyed the safety belt system, and waited as the bunk padded him before folding up against the wall.

Moving to the righthand door, I keyed it open, and then stepped through, entering the bus.

On board the bus were six guys, four of which looked to be my age, and two who looked fresh out of boot camp.

All six were clothed, but only in shorts, and since the two boots were awake, I ordered them to assist me in moving the others over to their new duty station.

As we moved each of the sleepers, placing them in a bunk, the kids kept asking me questions, which I ignored, since it would have been a trifle difficult to use the data pad to give orders, or talk, while moving the victoms.

Once everyone had been moved, and then secured in a bunk, I had the two boots lie down, and then secured them also.

Then I closed the door, and once more slipped into the seat to open the boards, and drive away.

Why I stopped and grabbed those guys, I dont really know; but if they were going to be nullified, and then sent overseas to replace five eunuchs which got killed; that didnt sound right.

It took me less than 20 minutes to make it to and through the rail gate, and once off base, I set up a route, which would carry me, roughly, in a straight path, from the vase, all the way to the Mississippi River.

Once I reached the river, I would turn and follow it upstream, and leave the river, somewhere in the Dakotas.

I figured there would be farme between me and the river, but if there were, either I missed them, or they were mere spots on the map.

There were a couple places where I had to adjust the course, to pass either outside, or drive through a town, but at 4am, in the town I drove through, no one was moving.

Once I made the river, I turned upstream, and let the autopilot take over, so that I could check on my passengers, as well as get something to eat.

Releasing the three who were awake, I used the handheld, to ask them if they were hungry.

Two said no, but the naked guy said he could use a bite.

I grinned, and then took his cock in my hand and clicked my teeth at him, which got a laugh from him, as well as the others. I also pointed out the locker where the spare uniforms were, but when he opened it up, all he found were open-assed/crotchless long-sleeved and footed body-stockings.

But he didnt care, and choce a maroon one and slipped into it.

The other two looked at him, and then stripped off their shorts, and moved over to select maroon also and redress, like the first guy had.

Using the handheld, I worked up a small voice program, which wouls reporduce what I typed into the handheld, as sounds, which came out oddly feminine, the first time I tried it. But at least I could use it better than having to hold the handheld up so they could see it.

Then we began a question and answer period, where I asked the questions, and they gave the answers.

As I had figured, the boots were boots, but they had never finished training, but been snatched half way through. Since they were the newest, I told them that their names would be "6" and "7", and that I would expect them to use only those names in the future.

For the other guy, his name became "Exec", since he was the first one I had saved; and would therefore become my second in command.

The sleepers would become numbers "2" through "5".

That led my new Exec to ask, "What kind of assignment are we on?"

-We are on a classified mission- I replied -Which may mean you will get killed, either by me if you try to surrender to the authorities, or by the authorities if you chose to stay and fight by my side.-

Seven asked, "What do you mean?"

-Ask the Exec to tell you what he was headed for, and then tell me if you really want to be nullified and become whores-

Leaving them, i moved back to the control boards, sat down and then reclined the seat, so I could nao, listening to the muted conversation going on behind me.

The boots told my Exec, that they thought they were being sent to a special camp for training in clandestine work; but my Exec told them that they, like he, had been headed to a hospital, where they would have lost their cocks and balls, and then would have been sent overseas, to become whores for the guys on a base which had recently lost some of it whores.

Now those recruits werent stupid, and they knew that anyone that showed any inclination towards gay sex, was automatically transferred to the Whore training center, where they became eunuchs whores, before being sent off to a base somewhere other than in the US.They had seen four of their mates actually volunteer for such training, during their first week of training.

They, however, didn't want to become whores, so they readily accepted my plan to go AWOL, and form an elite company. At least that was the general idea, but whether it would work or not, I didn't have a clue.

What I didn't know, was that there was already a unique, and elite crew, which took orders directly from the Oval Office, (direct from the President), and they would go out and discharge those orders.

They were called "Dragon Marines", and there was no one in that outfit, who couldn't slip through or past enemy positions, and take out the command staff, behind enemt lines. They were also responsible for causing several dictators to wind up either dead, or without power, just to tip that country towards the US.

But although they were known as "Dragon Marines", they got their recruits by selecting those who were at the top of certain specific classes, or who had combat experience.

In reality, all I really wanted to do was expose the high-handed way that the General staff determined who could serve on the front lines, and who had to become a whore for the front line troops.

I also knew, that while my team might balk at firing on their former buddies, I would not be taken alive, even if the MArines did succeed in taking the rest of the crew.

It was just something I told them to explain why I was taking off like I had done.

We made it almost to the Rockiy Mountains, before we heard about the theft of an AH from the camp, along with the loss of eighteen guys.

But of the missing 18, 8 turned up missing from their next duty station, which led to speculation that those 8 had taken the AH.

Once in the mountains, I turned south, heading for the cave, which was in Northwestern Colorado, in an area devoid of other humans, and populated by deer, antelope, wolves, beavers, squirrels, with both hot and cold running water, flowing through the cave.

The cave had been where dad and mom used to take me, (and some of the girls), for camping trips, but where those girls they took along, wound up getting sold to buyers from elsewhere across the country, or from outside the country.

The inside, which big enough for the AH, had been furthered modified, so it was more like a home, complete with a small fusin plant for power, as well as a transmat pad, which could be used to transfer small objects from the ranch to the cave, or vice-versa.

To my knowledge, the only other existing application of the pad, was used by the president to send orders from the Oval Office to the Chiefs of Staff. How dad got one, I never did figure out.

As it was, it took us around a week to move from Georgia to the cave, but as fas as we could tell, there was no concerted effort being undertaken to find us.

During the trip, when the sleepers awoke, they got filled in on what we were going to do, and to a man, they voted to join us.

But where I thought they were around my age, it turned out they were older, with one being a 1st class Sargeant.

One of the other guys had actually served on board this same AH, which led to him being questioned as to why the only clothing inside was maroon, black or dark blue body suits.

He ponted out that the AH was equipped for submersible fighting, as well as for thin atmosphere fighting, with the crew being provided with either an underwater suit, or a thick, low-pressure, high-altitude suit.

He went on to show the others that the pantry, while currently stocked with solid foods,also held a matter converter, which could convert any kind of edible matter, into energy pills, (That solved, temporarily, our resupply problem.)

But the real revelation came when he stripped off his shorts, to show that he had been nullified, and then donned one of the black body suits.

That was when we all discovered that he was a member of the elite "Dragon Marines".

Once we had finally reached the cave, we found it still empty, and so I backed the AH into the cave, putting it on security alert, so that only someone with proper codes, could get past the entrance. But to prevent any of the DMs from gaining entrance, I rewrote the codes.

Since it was late evening, when we finally got parkec, and full dark by the time I finished setting the new codes; it was suggested we sleep, and then figure out what to do tomorrow.

I thought that was a good idea, but since I had also changed to one of the black body suits, I grabbed my kit, and exited the AH, telling the others I was going to sleep in the cave.

The others decided that they would follow me, so they all grabbed kits, and with portable weaps, I led them up a ramp to an upper level, where they found alcoves hewn out of the native rock, on which they could lay out their sleeping bags.

For my part, I grabbed a cable hanging from the ceiling, and worked my way across to an alcove hewn out of one of the floor to roof pillars.

There I laid out my bed, only to find that my Exec had followed me.

When I looked at him questioningly, he replied, "you saved my butt back in camp, and I dont want to be apart from you.

"Also, although I know you cant give me pleasure except with your mouth and ass, I just want to be near you and let you do what you want with me."

So I indicated that he should sleep behind me, and once our bedrolls were laid out, I let him lie down first, and then snuggled in close to his front, feeling his half hard cock begin stirring, as I pressed closer to him.

During our sleep, someone found us, or at least the cave, but when they found they couldn't get inside, they pulled back and set up camp to wait for morning.

As it was, come morning they commenced working to remove the AH so they could come in and get us; but when they did, somthing triggered my internal alarm, wking me up.

As i woke up, I woke my partner, and then, using a pda, told him to follow me across the cable and rouse the other guys.

Three minutes later, we were waking the others, and through my scribbling, and the exec giving low-voiced orders, I told the others where to go if they wished to live.

I also told them what was planned, since I was not about to be taken alive; a plan which they all agreed to, deciding that fighting to be free was preferable to spendng the rest of their lives being forced to perform as whore-slaves.

Then, from our vantage point, I pointed out places of concealment, wgere a few of us could hold off a whole army, and prevent anyone from gaining access to the upper levels.

I also showed them the cables strung across the ceiling, and pointed out where each one went.

When I was asked if they would have to do the hand-over-hand hang and move, I showed them where the cable gliders were stored. I also showed them, using a map i had stored up there, just exactly where they could find weapons and ammo as well as how to find the stored foods.

Then it was just a matter of positioning our selves, with the boots being assigned to use the gliders to fetch us food, water, and weaps and ammo.

My position was, as it looked to the others, the most dangerous position of all, with be being literally hanging in mid air. But when i pointed out that while my head could be seen from the floor, my body couldn't be hit, even by a richchet.

Just as we took our positions, the AH, still running on auto, opened fire on the force which was trying to force an entrance so they could get to the vehicle, and capture it.

But while they pounded the hell out of the AH, we settled in and waited.

When the AH finally died, after running out of ammo, as the attacking force began moving around it, I took aim with a bow, and fired an arrow which went through the shoulder of the leader of the invading squad.

That got their attention right quick, and they faded back fast, taking the AH with them.

Then came a short period, before this guy came back carrying a loud hailer.

We didnt say anything as we listened to him speaking, promising us a fair trial, but when he asked us to give ourselves up, all he got in reply was an arrow through his left leg.

When he had safely dragged himself back out of the line of fire, the invaders tried a direct fontal assault, which saw the other guys opening up on them from various positions around the ceiling.

Now I still had the hand held, which was still connected to the AH, so when we saw a white flag waving in the air, I eyed the hdnaheld, and said -You might as well give it up and go home. There aint no one here who cares to surrender, just to wind up being nullified, and then turned into a slave-whore.-

When they said, "you better give up, or die," I replied, -We have food, weapons, and ammos and water enough to last until you either give up, or until we are all dead.

-It is up to you how many troops you wish to lose trying to take this cave.-

There was silnece from them for a while, but then this older guy, waving a truce flag came forward to stand where we all could see him and ask, "Dragon? Is Sarggeant Donovan in your group"

"Yes I am, First Sargeant," Donovan replied, "And if it had not been for Dragon, I would be on my way to a different camp, where I would have lots my cock and balls, and then been sent overseas to server as a eunuch slave-whore, replacing those who died in that skirmish at that base."

The other guy turned and left, and then silence reigned for the next several minutes.

Then, of all things, our AH was backed inside the cave again, and this time that other Sargeant said "By the order of the President, I again ask that you surrender your weapons.

"Under my authority, I place Sargeant Donovan in charge of bringing you all down for a discussion as to how you can best serve your country."

I almost made a reply, but didn't when Donovan said, "Dragon! That is the top sargeant of the Dragon Marines, my outfit. If he says there will be a discussion, then you can believe him.

"While he might lie to get his men out of trouble, or might cheat to save lives, he wont lie to you now."

Turning to my Exec, I looked at him and then saluted him.

I knew he knew what I was saying, which he confirmed by sliding out to where I lay, and then telling Donovan and the others,"If you guys want to go down, go ahead.

"I have no intention of leaving, and will die to protect Dragon if necessary."

"Dammit man," said Donovan, "We could use both of you in the Dragon Marines."

So I keyed the handheld and said, -If yout leader can get the others squared away in your outfit, maybe then I will come down. But all my life I have been lied to, beat on, mistreated, raped, had my nuts taken against my will, lost my cock against my will, and then heard that some General has decided that the country needed me more as a whore, than as a weapons designer. Well, you and the rest of the country can just go to HELL! I am not coming down."

From various places around the space, the others also stated their intentions of dieing where they hid, which was followed by Donovan saying, "Sorry First Sargeant, but Dragon saved me from becoming a whore, and I owe him one."

"Ok Sarge," said the DM leader, "If that is the way it has to be, then so be it."

Then he turned and faced the opening and walked over to the wall before telling those outside, "Sorry guys, but the Dragon Marines never leave a living mate to die at the hands of assholes like you.

"Therefore, pack up and get out of here."

Then he walked out the entrance, and silence reigned again.

Turning to my exec, I smiled at him, rolled over the edge, and began lowering myself to the floor, intently watching the cave entrance.

As I lowered, I knew I was a prime target for anyone inside the AH, or underneath the AH, but it was a chance I was willing to take, mainly since the cable would leave me hanging four feet off the floor.

But once I was down, my Exec lowered me a smg, and a couple spare 30 round magazines to go with it.

Then

I hung there, waiting to see what was going to happen.

What happened was that the First Sargeant of the Dragon Marines, came back in, saw me hanging in the air, and then came over and asked, "Care to join an outfit whuch takes orders direct from the President?"

Unclipping the harness, I dropped the rest of the way to land lightly on my feet, and nod my head.

"OK then, you and your tean are in.

"I'll be back in a week to swear you in."

Then he turned and left.

I watched as he exited the cave, and then moved closer, but stayed to one side, incase there was someone waiting for a chance to shoot me.

Good thing I did, as the other force had left someone behind, with orders to do just that thing.

Only I spotted him before he saw me, and had an arrow notched and ready to fly when he did see me.

I was quicker than he was, and my arrow took him in the throat, causing him to fall backwards, finger squeexing the triger on his weapon, bullets spraying the air harmlessly.

The DM First Sargeant, whirled and saw what was happening, and then rushed over to that small bunch of rocks, to look, before turning back to me, and shaking his head sadly.

Then he called someone on a small radio, and I soon heard a helicopter approaching.

I was poised to do a quick drop and roll, incase the approaching craft was hostile, but the other guy came over and said, "It is just my guys coming after me.

"Some of the team will be around you to prevent anyone from trying to capture you, until I can get this sorted out."

Then, as the hekicoter touched down, he turned and quickly walked towards it, telling one of the guys on board to grab the KIA, and load the body on board.

As the craft rose into the air, he turned and, from a seat in the bird, he gave me a salute, which I returned.

Then they were up and gone, with silence again falling, to be slowly replaced by the more normal sound of the mountains.

When I turned to retreat back into the cave, the rest of my team was in formation, ready to charge out to fight and die, to recover my body; or die beside me, if necessary.

But when I pointed up to the ceiling, they all turned and headed for the ramp, to resume what ever was planned for once we had defeated the opposing force.

Well, during that following week, we worked on simple things, bringing the two boots up to speed on what they could expect by joining a fighting force.

And we settled into the cave, but with me doing the night patrol, while the guys slept.

Thwn came the day when the Dragon Marine's First Sargeant returned, and with him came the President, and a couple of Secrete Service men.

We met with the PResident, at the entrance to the cave, where he presented us with our new orders informing us that we were to proceed, via the nearest military transport, to our new base, located at an undisclosed location, somewhere inside the US.

Then he shook hands with all of us, and turned and left.

Then the DM 1st Dgt looked at me, and said, "Welcome mate. Welcome to the Dargon Marines."

Then he grabbed me and hugged me, which saw me slowly returning his hug, only to grip and hug him tighter as I began crying tears of happiness at finally being accepted somewhere.