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Diamonds, Beetles, and Lucky at War; Break Camp by Gregga J. Johnn
A uStory written to help a friend make it through boot camp, this is a military tale with hilarity, profanity, and faerie proportions.
“We had no idea what, ‘Slow for Ninja’s’ meant, sir”
The Champion bawled him out,
“I don’t give a shank if you understood or not soldier. You just obey.”
“What ninja’s, sir?” Lucky asked.
“The turtles.” Replied the Champion matter-of-factly.
Lucky and Beetles burst into snorted laughter.
“The ninja turtles, sir?” Beetles snorted.
Champion Hosea was not amused.
“Strip search ‘em” he commanded.
“What?” blurted out Diamonds?
But the three faemen were dragged into the middle of the road and commanded at fang arrowhead point to strip naked and be searched by the attending troupe of guards.
Diamonds, Beetles, and Lucky stood stark naked in the middle of the roadway for a full hour while the guards chatted, smoked, and played poker.
A few market bound families and a tour bus drove by at a slow dawdling pace. Then a familiar black Labrador slowly bussed passed the nude warriors. It was full of their bunkmates and the other female recruits that had all joined up on that same day, five weeks back. Many snaps of pictures were taken, with much laughter, but the soldiers grimaced and bore it fairly well.
Beetles enjoyed the display.
But, then it happened. The event the Champion had been waiting for.
There was a rustling from within the roadside jungle and the guards all jumped to attend and barricade the roadway.
A turnling nest of baby green turtles began scampering down out of the sandy floor, across the roadway, under the close supervision and protection of the road guards, and on toward the ocean beach front on the far side.
The guards set up watch points all along the way to ward off the seagulls and other hungry hunters that would choose to have their fill of baby turtle.
The thing was that there were so many hatchlings that the Champion suddenly threw energized weapons to the three naked ones and commanded they join the escort.
That is how the new recruits, wearing only boots and arrowhead quivers, and carrying magical crossbows, joined in the plight to save a fragile nest of endangered sea turtles on their first long journey to the sea.
Not a single turnling was lost.