Introduction...
-"Do not mourn the brave men that have died. Instead, thank god that such men
existed." -General George S. Patton
20 Years Ago
A toddler walked across to his father whom was sitting on the floor showing
him his new toys.
"You see this Bankotsu? It's a G.I Joe, he's a Marine like daddy." The father
spoke.
The toddler fell to his butt in front of his father and took the action
figure. "Dada." He said.
He put the G.I Joe on his mouth and slobbered all over it.
"Yes, dada." He chuckled. "Come on Ban, time for bed."
The toddler held up his hands waiting for his father to carry him to bed. "Dada." His tiny chin tilted and a serious look crossed his face.
The father chuckled and scooped him into his arms. "Bed time."
Bankotsu gave him a slobbery kiss on the cheek.
8 Years Ago
A older Bankotsu of 15 stood in front of a small group of people in the same
grade as he.
"I heard that you screwed your mother you inbred asshole" One of them said.
"Yo Jasper, are we gonna mug the fucker or just taunt him? The other said.
Bankotsu clenched his fists as adrenaline burst throughout his body. He grit his teeth daring them to bring it on with the look in his eyes.
The other boys standing behind the two stood silently.
"Fine, whatever." The first boy looked to Bankotsu. "Hey fuckcunt. Give us your cash
and go." He pulled a switchblade from his pocket and flicked it open.
"How about you go suck each others dicks in your cardboard home." Bankotsu
glared and hardened his stance. As the first one approached with the blade aimed for Bankotsu's gut, Bankotsu stepped to the side and brought up his knee, while using one hand to keep the blade away from his body. The boy fell to the floor.
The second one lunged forward, only to have Bankotsu's fist slammed into his stomach. The first boy slashed Bankotsu's stomach deeply several times while the second held Bankotsu from behind.
5 Years Ago
A 18 year old Bankotsu traced the scars along his muscled stomach. Each one
felt rough. It reminded him to be strong as he was the day he fended off his
attackers and walked a mile to the hospital with his guts spilling out of his
belly. As the captain of the football team he always got the girls scars or
not. In fact he was told they make him look rugged and tough. His sapphire eyes
hadn't changed with time but behind them held an inferno of boiling rage.
His hair was still black as night but cut much shorter for football, which ended only three weeks before his father's death. His birthday was on that day. September 18. "Happy 18th birthday Ban." He thought to himself. It
was just pure unluck that his girlfriend of two years dumped him an hour ago.
He punched his wall and formed a wrist-deep whole in the drywall. "Happy fucking 18th".
The next day he pulled into the parking lot of his school. He was a senior at
the time. As he turned his car off and the slow steady rumble of the engine
ceased, he climbed out. It was spring and 75 degrees out but he didn't care
about the weather. What he did care about was his ex girlfriend climbing all
over some junior. They looked like they had been on and off for years.
Bankotsu later found out that this was true. He strode over to them, his heavy
boots thudding along the pavement. He quickly unclipped his brass knuckle belt
buckle and slipped his fingers through the holes. He turned and punched the
junior, whom cracked his skull open after hitting his head on the brick wall.
Bankotsu stomped on him and quickly left the area.
3 Years Ago
Bankotsu sat in front of a large mustached man. The Marine recruiter. The man
named Sergeant Stonehenge was a tall muscular man standing well over six-feet.
His hair was platinum and his uniform was clean and pressed.
He said: "Son, Have you seen the world? What would you say if I said you
could?"
Bankotsu replied instantly. "I would serve my country from dusk till dawn,
north to south, east to west sir. I would take up on that offer.
"Well son, I'm going to have you to fill out this form." He passed the sheet
of paper across the desk and pulled a pen from his breast pocket.
Bankotsu skimmed over it and quickly filled it out with his information.
"Now you're completely sure you want to do this?" The Sergeant asked.
"Yes sir. There is nothing left for me here anymore. I'm willing to die for
God and country."
The Sergeant glared at him for a few seconds.
"If that's what you want... You'll be sent to Paris Island in a week. Pack
your things and get down to the airport by 0800."
Bankotsu quickly responded. "Yes sir."
