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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Yamashita's Gold"{Frederick T.}(no sex)[4/4]
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 11:10:03 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Yamashita's Gold
Part: 4 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (no sex)
Language: English

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   @(C) 2002 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!! WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  The author accepts no responsibility should this 
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading 
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  These stories are written to stand alone but are 
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my earlier writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
earlier works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they 
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people 
live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as 
anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat 
each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                              "Yamashita's Gold"
                                  Part Four
                                   (no sex)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                          ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****

    "Tweeeeeeeeet...Tweeeeeeeet !"  I hit my head on the bunk above me.  I 
wanted to kill Dale Haggerty.  I was just about to get my rocks off and soar 
through space.  The whistling continued and for just a split second I knew 
this was the real thing.  I torched up a joint and sat on the edge of the 
bunk, sucked the smoke deep into my lungs and then Dale was bursting through 
the door, yelling like a mad man.  He was one pissed off Jose !

    "You stupid, fucking stoner !"  I was taking another hit off the joint.  
"I kind of expected you to be a little more prepared for this shit.  You know, 
you've done it before..."  I was taking another drag.  "...but here I am 
surrounded by all our brown brothers and my white brother is down here getting 
stoned and visiting fantasy land.  Get your ass up stairs, mister !  We're 
about to go to war and I'd hate to have you miss any of it."

    I picked up the AK and followed him, the joint dangling out of my mouth.  
No sense dying...Well, if you're not fucked up.  My mind was already painting 
a picture of what I'd see above decks.  The filipinos were all at their 
battle stations, hiding along the deck sides.  They all had a thousand rounds 
in clips and I was impressed with their calm.  They were still...No fidgeting 
about.  I peeked around the corner of the boat house and spied the intruder.

    They were a long way off but the captain had already put them on the...Ah 
shit, I can never remember that stuff.  The captain had the bogie at about ten 
o'clock and we were really pounding the sea...Probably our max speed with all 
the gold...No shit !  There was tons of the shit below.  We had to spread the 
weight out just like loading an airplane.

    There were two of them but nobody else knew that.  I put my hand on Dale's 
shoulder and continued to watch.

    "You sure ?"  I just squeezed his shoulder.  He continued.  "Good that'll 
make it easier.  You know how hot those things get ?"  I was still nodding and 
went below to get the SA-9's.  These fuckers were in for a real big surprise.  
I was dragging two up the stairs when the buzzing came from the filipinos 
laying on the deck.  They were passing the word around that there were two of 
them.

    Dale was walking around the deck.  The crew was up on deck, too.  They 
were hiding where I was with the missiles, behind the boat house.  I told two 
of them to go down and bring up some more.  Dale was screaming at me.  
"Pincer, Malibu...Both same make and model...Got twenty knots on us, easy...No 
way they'll carry all the gold."

    To the filipinos he was counseling.  "No shooting until Willy shoots a 
missile.  Then open up.  Even if they shoot first...Hold your fire...And...Go 
for the people...Not the boats."

    "Willy, coming through about twelve o'clock.  No uniforms."  Dale was 
lying on top of the deck house with the captain's binoculars.  I was lying on 
the decking, like the filipinos.  He was almost yelling and I think everyone 
could hear him.  The picture formed in my mind.  I activated the coolant and 
got ready to scramble to my knees.  "Got a mount on the nose and a nasty 
looking barrel resting on it.  Probably only eight or ten round clip...Not a 
water cooled barrel.  We're in luck !"

    Such optimism !?  I was about to piss my pants.  I heard them throttle 
back and the bull horn sounded almost immediately.  Chinese...Loud and clear.  
They called us by name and told us they needed to come aboard, checking for 
contraband.  Dale was still lying, almost right above me...Up on the roof of 
the boat house.  The captain leaned out and called up to him.

    "They're chinese.  They want to come aboard."

    "You want to die ?"  I was looking up at the captain, he was shaking his 
head back and forth.  Dale wasn't even looking at him.  "Then let's keep 
booking !  Speed is life !"  Shit !  I thought I was in space.  Dale was 
beyond me...He was on a deep penetration mission and was going to rally his 
troops to victory.  I could see it in his eyes.  I could also feel it surging 
through me.

    The shell landed about fifty feet in front of the boat.  I sensed the 
other boat was a ways from us.  The one closest to us fired the warning shot.  
More chinese.  Dale was calming the troops.  "Hold your fire...Hold your 
fire...Safeties off.  Willy is it cooled ?"

    My mouth was dry.  It was a weak sound.  "Willy, show a little more 
confidence in your leader."

    "Sir !  Yes, sir !"  I'm sure the other boat could hear it.

    "That's better, Malibu !  They're coming about...our five o'clock, a 
thousand feet out.  Sorry you won't get a tail shot but the motor is hardly 
covered...Lots of pipes showing."

    Urine was, no shit, drooling out of my penis !  I couldn't hold it back.  
My arms were shaking as I let my mind drift and capture the picture Dale was 
painting for me.  Another shot and this was a lot closer.  Water splashed up 
on the deck.  More chinese.

    "Now, Malibu !"  I was on my knees, heard the growl and fingered the 
trigger.  Just a split second before she left the tube, I saw the result.  I 
had my next load and was climbing up the ladder.  The fucking russians were 
smart fuckers.  The shoulder strap was tits !  The explosion was deafening but 
then it was only about a couple of hundred feet from our boat.

    The missile had captured the heat but when I uncaged the seeker head and 
fired, she rose a little then dove for the water to gain airspeed.  The fucker 
did a low yo-yo and exploded when it impacted the water.  I was embarrassed.  
Shit !  I'd flown enough air to air...

    The sound of a round going through the boat house brought me back to the 
here and now.  The accompanying explosion pissed me off.  The filipinos were 
putting thousands of rounds in their direction but the boat was racing away 
from us at a good clip.  I was sure they were out of range of the small 
arms...But it was a fucking nice rear quartering tail shot.

    The growl was loud in the headset so I uncaged the seeker head.  I 
started raising the elevation of the tube slowly until I could just hear a 
faint change in the sound.  I fired.  Another round exploded in the cabin 
house and now I could hear the other boat firing.  I motioned one of the crew 
to heave up another missile.

    I never took my eyes off the exhaust of the missile.  I knew it'd soon 
disappear but not before these fuckers got the surprise of their lives.  It 
had started down and was skimming the wave tops...No one in the other boat had 
a clue.  The explosion was loud...And a lot of real black smoke started 
trailing the boat.  Their speed was cut drastically and Dale was yelling at 
the captain to turn toward them.  Fuck !  Just leave'em, I thought, but wasn't 
about to call time out to discuss the tactical commander's decision.

    I was sighting in the other boat.  It was creeping toward us.  I doubted 
they could talk to each other.  There'd never been a need before now.  After a 
couple of shots from their mounted guns; everyone before had raised the white 
flag and it was over.  This afternoon, these fuckers had made an error in 
judgment.  The other boat didn't really have situation awareness and was going 
to pay big time.

    The growl was there but it was no where near the sound that I had a moment 
ago.  It was almost a nose on shot and I could see the guy aiming their gun.  
I uncaged the missile and started raising the tube.  Fire three !  The missile 
leapt out of the tube and almost immediately started down.  They must have 
seen it as the boat came around and was churning up the water as it dug to get 
away.

    I could almost sense the missile gobble up the increased heat as it leveled 
off on the wave tops.  Almost the same pattern...Explosion...Lots of black 
smoke and the boat was almost dead in the water.  I could hear machine gun 
fire from the other side of the boat.  I was the only one looking at the 
smoking enemy on this side of the boat.  The tail was sinking and now the 
second boat was disappearing into the sea.

                          ***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****

    Dale was across the top of the deck house, throwing his arms around me.  
The filipinos were jumping up and down on the decks, hugging each other.  
The crew was doing the same.  The captain never left the wheel house and I was 
afraid that he may have been hit but then he was yelling for the crew to check 
for battle damage.  Another of Dale's ideas.

    We lost most of the glass in the wheel house and the captain had a few 
cuts on his arms but that was that.  What they were firing at us packed none 
of the punch those missiles had.  We were still going full speed ahead and the 
smoke of the battle was disappearing below the horizon.  The filipinos were 
still celebrating and I was torching up a joint.

    The second in command was piloting the boat while Dale cleaned the 
captain's wounds.  There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and the two of 
them were sharing the bottle and plotting a new course.

    "Hey !  Malibu, take this down to the troops.  Tell'em, I'll be down in a 
few minutes.  Don't let them get drunk, stoner !"  He had his arm over the 
captain's shoulder as they studied the chart.  The captain looked up and told 
me to make sure the crew got their share.  I was laughing, climbing down the 
ladder.

    The exuberance on deck had subsided.  I felt everyone was drained.  As the 
filipinos were passing around the bottle, I felt the wetness of my jeans.  
The stain was dark and very damp.  I took a deep drag off the joint.  Fucking 
"A" !  I really pissed my pants !  Time to change.

    I had to piss again and could hardly hold my dick still.  I fished another 
joint out of my pocket and started chain smoking.  Fuck !  What was I doing 
here ?  This was insanity !  The clouds disappeared and I was looking down on 
the boat from above.  I kept climbing and now I could see the coast of 
Vietnam.  There was no one between us and the coast.  I started cleaning my 
cock and balls with a damp cloth.

    Dale was standing in the doorway of the head.  "Good job, Malibu.  I was a 
little worried after that first shot.  I wouldn't have thought of that either, 
though.  The fucker did a low yo-yo, didn't it ?"  I was crying and we were 
embracing.

    The rest of the trip was anti-climatic.  We went back to "four on - four 
off" and Dale's little whistle was always screeching about two hours into my 
nap.  The fucker !

    Everyone was excited when we spied land and I immediately started trying 
to tune in the radio frequencies I was given.  The general had given me 
several depending on where we came in sight of land.

    "Bandit...Bandit...This is Yankee Air Pirate...Over."  It was weak but 
they were replying.  We stayed almost out of sight of land until we turned 
toward Haiphong.  Dale still didn't trust them and I could feel the tension 
from the shore.

    "Yo !  Bandit !  Yankee Air Pirate here...We're about six hours out and 
just skirmished with some chinese fuckers.  Hope you're not looking for us as 
we're still a little trigger happy.  We'd like a chopper at..."   I rattled 
off the lat\long that Dale had given me.

    He came right back.  "You Yankee Air Pirates are always getting into 
trouble in this part of the world.  Any casualties ?"  It took me but a minute 
to complete a sitrep and I know he was sweating.  The silence was deafening 
when I told him the amount.  He paused a very long time.  "...will make some 
people here very happy."  Shit !  There was twenty-five million in gold below 
decks !

    The chopper was orbiting the boat.  We were at battle stations and Dale 
was sure the general had told the chopper pilots that we were armed to the 
teeth.  The captain was doing the talking and then coming around into the 
wind.  The chopper hovered over the deck house and down came the basket.

    Up I went and then the chopper was moving off over water...And I wasn't 
wearing a life preserver.  What a fucking idiot !  The flight was very
uncomfortable in the basket and I thought about how much better the ride would 
have been with a U.S. chopper.

    There was quite a crowd waiting for me and a lot of official vehicles 
around.  I thought back to Dale's last words to me.  "...try to fuck us.  You 
tell'em we'll sink the boat and they don't have the savvy to go deep to get it.  
We'll sell to the highest bidder...Just the location and they won't get shit.  
Tell'em that, Malibu !"  He just knew they were going to fuck with us.  And I 
think they were.

    I got out of the basket with the AK slung over my shoulder, an old flying 
scarf tied around my forehead.  I looked like something right out of a "B" 
movie thriller.  The general was in the background.  Dale was right !  I 
threatened, swinging the weapon down toward the ground, my arm laying on the 
barrel.  They were tense and then one of their aides came running towards us.  
You could feel the urgency in the sound of his feet pounding on the tarmac.

    The running stopped and I could hear excited vietnamese.  Some more 
running.  This time only twenty feet or so...Some more vietnamese.  They'd 
found the boat and it was all over ?!  I could only see mist on the sea.  
Dale'd insisted we find some and they were hiding in it...After the helicopter 
left.  All the Vietnamese were talking and the general was coming toward me.

    "Major Tamarack, I'm glad you could make it back to visit our country 
again.  The word is just out.  You are quite the heros, risking your lives to 
deliver our treasure."  He was clasping my shoulder.  "How did the missiles 
work ?  Satisfactory, I assume."  He slowly drew me away from the group of 
officials.  They were all talking on their phones.  Jesus !  Everybody has the 
fucking things now !  They were ok but I preferred a beeper.  Couldn't track 
you down as easy and smaller...Kind of a cut out.

    "The minister of finance is phoning instructions for the transfer.  In a 
few minutes you should be able to confirm it with your bank and then I thought 
after the gold is unloaded and counted and all these politicians have gone 
home...You and Lieutenant Colonel Haggerty could maybe stay a few days...A 
week...As long as you want."  He raised his arm and the music started 
immediately...The Beach Boys !  "...surfing now, everybody's learning how..."

    Nuyen was standing by the limo, the rear doors wide open, music blaring.  
He was flashing me the peace sign.  "It's now the favorite of the younger 
set...the up and comers.  They're fighting over it every day.  A little crude 
but they like it.  It's yours for as long as you want it.  It's a long ride to 
Saigon from here but intelligence tells me that there is some excellent surf 
along the way.  We confiscated some capitalist surfboards after the great 
patriotic victory and they'll be delivered to your hotel tonight.  I assume 
the Hanoi Hilton will be ok...Although I hear you prefer the beach."  He was 
laughing so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself.

                                     end

                             !!! COMING SOON !!!
                        *** "Welcome to America !" ***


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