Welcome to Paris Island, The Birth Place of a Marine

Bankotsu sat in an airplane next to a heavy-set man. He glared out of the window of the Boeing 747 and stared off into the clouds as they passed by. He was snapped out of his trance at the sound of a female voice from behind him.

"Hey."

Bankotsu continued staring out of the window. "Yeah?" He turned to face the woman.

She had black hair, chocolate eyes, slightly tanned skin, and rose colored lips. She was, in the least, very pretty.

"I'm Kagome Higurashi, what's your name?"

Bankotsu replied with a cold tone. "Bankotsu. That's all you need to know, no more no less."

Kagome winced at the harshness in Bankotsu's voice but quickly regained her composure. "Well Bankotsu, you seem to be quite the shady character. You got a story?"

Bankotsu stared out the window again. "It's nothing that concerns you Higurashi. It's best to leave me be."

Kagome quickly climbed over the chair where the fat man had once been sitting and dropped in next to Bankotsu. This action caused him to break his gaze and turn to face Kagome once again.

"Can't you take a hint?" He growled to cover the amusement in his voice.

She placed her small hand near the crotch of Bankotsu's pants and moved her hand in slow circles. "No. No, I can't." She licked her lips.

Bankotsu grabbed her hand and manipulated her body so her back was to him. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "I suggest you learn."

Parris Island, Marine Corps Recruit Depot

Bankotsu stood in a row of men facing the other row. Each man was dressed in fatigues with the Marine Corps logo on the chest.

"My name is Gunnery Sergeant Wilson. Welcome to Hell on Earth. Here you will be broken down and reformed into a ruthless killing machine known as a Marine. Here you will eat, sleep, breathe, hear, see, taste, and live my beloved corps. If you fail me, you fail your country."

He strode to Bankotsu and faced him. "You cadet! What is your name?"

Bankotsu replied, "Brandon Hillguard sir."

"What in the fuck is your excuse for having your damned uniform sleeve rolled up like some piece of white trash?"

"My father always taught me to have my arms and hands unrestricted at all times sir." He responded without flinching.

"Who the fuck is your father to teach you the ways of my beloved corps?"

"My father was a Major in the Marine Corps sir." He continued to stare ahead.

"I bet it puts him to shame knowing that his son is a fuck up doesn't it?"

Bankotsu glared down into the Gunny's eyes. "My father has been dead for five years sir."

"He had a good damn reason for dying then didn't he? Unroll and flatten your god damn sleeves cadet or I'll have you scrubbing the head with your damned toothbrush!" Finishing his sentence, he walked to the far end of the barracks.

"Situate yourselves and get your asses down to the barber in 2 hours. Dismissed!"

Phase One

The battalion jogged at pace on the 1.5 mile jog required. Bankotsu glared at the space in front of him. Feeling inadequate, he sprinted to the head of the pack, earning him the eye of the DI.
Bankotsu wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued running.

"Keep moving maggots!"

Bankotsu grit his teeth. 'Thank God we're finally on our way back to the barracks.'

His chest heaved as he continued running ahead of the others. 'What I wouldn't give for some nice cool water.'

A burst of adrenaline shot through him as he saw the barracks before him. He stopped at the appointed spot and stood waiting for the drill-sergeant's orders.

He heard a body hit the ground.

"Chenowsy, get your ass up!"

A man five feet from Bankotsu jumped up. "Sorry sir!"

The drill sergeant glared at the man. "Too weak to stand, eh? Then let's build up your strength. Drop and give me twenty!"

The man groaned and dropped into position.

"One...Two! One...Two!" The DI shouted at the recruit.

The recruit finished and slowly stood back up.

Phase Two

Bankotsu lay prone in the firing range. Rifles chambered their new round and the men slammed new clips into the M16 rifles. Bankotsu had yet to fire a single shot. Every shooter was placed at the 500 yard line.

Bankotsu took a deep breath as the DI neared him. Everything around him slowed to a crawl. His vision narrowed around the edges and he looked down his sight. He clicked off the safety and put the rifle on full automatic fire. Bankotsu fired down range. He changed the magazine and fired more. Dust kicked up around him and the other recruits stared at him in awe, because the rifle did not move a single inch during the barrage of fire.

"Spotter" He said.

One of his team mates, Gregory, stared into the binoculars. "40 rounds down range... all dead center in a cluster with a dime of space between each one.

"Out-fucking-standing recruit. This may be your gift to the Corps."

Final Phase

Bankotsu strapped his gas mask on his face and cleared. He loaded live ammunition into his M16 He burst out of the gas room and fired his rifle, downing the first group of targets. The lights were switched off leaving the building as dark as night.

"Switch to night vision" Bankotsu ordered. He turned the switch on the side of his helmet and the room was illuminated in green, from Bankotsu's view.

Weeks later


Bankotsu sat behind a wooden desk with a paper in front of him and a pencil in his hand. He was taking the final written test and had been for nearly 20 minutes. He glared at the paper and got down the last answer.

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This story is a co-authored story between me and Tempest78, my first co-authered story ever.
This story is for the United States armed forces.
Oo-Rah Marines.