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Atlantic Express, Chapter 61, Pt 3 Kokoda, by justjames17.
Last paras of Part 2
They paddled through the rushing creek tripping and struggled up the muddy slippery bank to hold position at the edge where they peered from under the plants at the Japanese position. There were approximately 80 soldiers scattered about the clearing digging in to make trenches, the mortar emplacement was on their right with a machinegun emplacement dug in covering it from up the track. Peter and his men were behind the emplacements and as most of the troops were busy digging holes their rifles were in piles scattered about the area. Peter indicated to two men to toss grenades at the two emplacements while he and the rest opened fire on the unprepared troops.
Two grenades arced through the air to land in or near the emplacements as Peter and the rest opened fire at the busily digging men, the grenades exploded flinging shrapnel about killing or wounding the gunners as the remaining troops stopped in mid dig shocked at the sudden attack. A few quick thinkers dropped their entrenching tools running towards their weapons while an officer drew his pistol firing in the general direction of Peter's men. Peter aimed his Owen gun and cut the officer down as he fell his pistol flew through the air to land in the muddy hole where two of his dead troops lay. Those uninjured men had reached their piled rifles and they dropped to the mud chambering a round as they returned fire. While a huge shirtless shaven headed n.c.o. waving his Sumari sword in one hand and firing his Nambu pistol in his other ran towards their position screaming in Japanese.
Screams of 'Banzai' battered the commandos' eardrums along with the crack of rifle fire and crump of grenades exploding, the huge shaven headed Japanese n.c.o. charging through the fusillade of bullets seemed to have a charmed life; he didn't attempt to weave or duck the bullets flying about the area. The monster closed the creek bank where Peter and his men were positioned the sharp samurai sword flashing as he waved it about in front of him while firing his pistol until the magazine was empty, he flung the useless weapon at Peter's head as Peter swung his Owen gun about firing a volley at the running maniac. The pistol hit Peter on the forehead knocking him unconscious causing him to fall back and crash down to the creek below. Peter's bullets rocked the man back as they stitched across his huge torso, tearing through muscle and bone shattering his heart, the n.c.o. dropped to the ground dead with nerves still twitching his limbs as his blood stained the mud beneath him. His remaining men continued a valiant fight with the commandos but their more exposed position allowed the sharp shooters to pick them off one by one until the area was silent. The commandos crept from their positions and checked the dead enemy lying about the muddy blood stained ground; there were no prisoners to be taken as the enemy had fought to their deaths. The medic attached to the platoon scrambled down the bank to assist the still unconscious lieutenant where he lay in the gurgling creek below, Peter was still out to it lying sprawled on a boulder on his back with his legs in the rushing creek. The medic checked his pulse rate then examined his bleeding scalp, the matted blond hair sticky with blood as the medic began bathing the wound gently, Peter groaned and stirred his eyelids fluttered then opened. His eyes slightly glazed but pupils unequal made the medic worried about his condition as he cleaned the wound before bandaging it tightly. Peter groaned in pain and said, "Crickey I've got one hell of a headache, what hit me, was I shot or what?"
The medic laughed and replied, "Don't you remember what happened? The huge Japanese sergeant running at us waving that big sword and firing his pistol until empty then he threw it and hit you on the head and here you are bathing in the creek while I'm tending your injury."
Peter groaned and lifted his legs from the water his boots squelching and water running from them, he sat up as the medic finished his dressings and tried to stand up, his legs wobbled like saplings in a gale and the medic sat him back down on the boulder, "Just rest for a while there's no panic, the fire fight's over sir, there are no live Japanese and we have only two other wounded neither serious so you can relax the sergeant's setting up our perimeter defences. I think you may have a fractured skull and you may have to be sent back down the track to the base hospital in Moresby."
Peter shook his head causing him to groan loudly, "Oooh damn that hurts and my vision is very blurred, can't you patch me up so I can stay here with you blokes?"
The medic shook his head sadly saying, "I doubt it sir. You will need bed rest at the least and you won't get that up here in the jungle with the swampy conditions and bloody stinging insects and biting skeeters, damn things are as big as planes if they ganged up on us they'd carry us away. I reckon if ten of the buggers bit you at once they'd drain you dry of blood."
Peter grimaced with pain as he laughed, the medic called up to a couple of the commandos and said, "We need to get the boss up there fellas, he can't manage it on his own can you organise it for him?"
The sergeant arrived and looked down at his wounded officer summed up the situation quickly then ordered a stretcher brought and vines cut to use as ropes, these were attached to the stretcher which was then lowered down the steep bank to the medic who helped the groggy officer to lie on the stretcher strapping Peter on and signalling the men above to haul away dragging the stretcher up the bank. The men grasped the handles and lifted the stretcher between them and carried Peter back down the muddy track to where the battalion was bivouacked. The colonel and senior medic checked Peter's vital signs and agreed he needed being sent back to Port Moresby and the base hospital. Peter protested to no avail and he was passed over to four native bearers who set off back down the track for the long haul down the ranges, Peter drifted in and out of consciousness as the bearers struggled on slipping and sliding on the treacherous path.
Peter was jarred back to consciousness several times when the bearers fell dropping the stretcher, finally he begged them to just help him walk with their support while two carried the empty stretcher if he needed to be carried again. Peter stumbled along held up by the two fuzzy wuzzy angels, his blurred vision and throbbing aching head causing him to vomit every now and then. The native bearers treated him like a child as they helped him along, the carriers climbing past them weighed down with supplies of food and ammunition in a continuous stream exchanging greetings and gossip as they passed, their slim taut ebony bodies gleaming as if oiled from the sweat of their exertions.
Peter needed a piss and the natives halted while one fumbled with his fly buttons eventually opening it and fishing out Peter's superb member and holding it gently in his black fingers admiring the young white man's penis. Peter tried and tried to piss but the strange hand holding him caused him to dry up, the native began stroking his member and peter felt himself becoming aroused rapidly, the other three bearers clustered about him watching his engorging cock and talking excitedly between themselves in their native tongue. Peter was soon as stiff as steel and the man was wanking his prick while breathing heavily on the exposed red knob, Peter's headache increased as his excitement built until with a groan he ejaculated shooting pearly sperm all over the foliage of a large shrub next to the track.
The native bent in and sucked on his spewing spike sucking the juice from his tight nuts and rolling his wet tongue across the sensitive cock head, Peter's knees gave out and he'd have fallen face down if the other bearers hadn't grasped him gently holding his shaking body erect. Peter's aching head throbbed blindingly from the exertion and his cock quickly wilted then he emptied his full bladder hosing his sperm from the thick green foliage as the bearer held his penis for him. Peter groaned and his body wavered the bearers quickly made the stretcher available as he nearly passed out. The leading bearer tucked Peter's prick back into his pants and did up the buttons before they lifted the stretcher and once again began struggling down the steep slippery track as the dark heavy clouds opened up and a deluge descended from above saturating every body and running in rivers off the jungle overhead. The track soon became a creek, then a stream and eventually a river as the rainstorm bucketed down blotting out the nearby trees like a liquid fog.
The men were saturated almost drowning under the deluge, there was no shelter to be had as the water sluiced from the trees incessantly, the temperature was still hot and the rain warm but still it chilled them to the bone as the gale rushed through the wildly threshing green morass that was the jungle. The men reached a creek but it was no longer a foot deep it was a raging torrent of murky water dappled with small branches and leaves whirling and racing downstream bucking in the rapids like wild horses. The bearers stopped and lowered the stretcher and squatted beside Peter their wet ebony bodies glistening wet and their fuzzy hair wet and bedraggled, Peter lay shivering and wet his head wound leaking blood and staining the soggy dressings pale crimson. The bearers broke huge leaves from a nearby tree and held them like umbrellas over the shivering white man as they watched him closely, worried frowns upon their faces.
As fast as it began the rain eased to a drizzle then ceased completely and the humidity immediately increased as the wind dropped, perspiration oozed from the men's pores as if it was still raining as they waited for the raging torrent to subside. The steep mountains meant the water rapidly descended the watercourses and soon the creek was passable. A group of bearers were clustered on the opposite bank on their way up track and soon the two groups were slipping and sliding on the slick round boulders in the creek bed as they passed one another.
Darkness descended as the bearers reached a small village set in a clearing beside the track; they carried the now delirious officer into a long hut and set him down beside the fire. They began bathing him with water to reduce his fever but apart from that they could do nothing to help him. Peter tossed and turned all night moaning and groaning in his delirium while at least one bearer kept watch beside him through the night. Next morning the village stirred and the residents began cooking over the open fires, the aroma of cooking monkey filled their nostrils and soon the guests were given leaves containing not only cooked monkey but sago a staple food. The headman's daughter came and began hand feeding the weakened Peter, he struggled to swallow but some food was eaten and washed down with sips of water from a tin mug.
Once they had eaten the bearers once again hefted the stretcher up their slim taut bodies showing the strain of the heavy white man as their muscles bulged, they once again set off leaving the village behind as they moved along a level stretch of the track. Soon however the men were straining to climb up a steep upgrade their bare feet finding purchase on the earthen and timbered steps cut into the hillside, up and up they struggled sweat dripping from their lithe bodies. The scent of their sweat filled the white man's nostrils as he jerked and swayed along between them, Peter could see the men's lap laps and their genitals moving under the cloth as they climbed struggling upwards towards the clouds whose bulging bases caressed the tall trees at the top of the incline.
Peter's fever raged through his body, his muddled brain was a whirling mass of crazy thoughts and dreams as he lay sweating and moaning gibberish on the jerking swaying stretcher. The carriers reached the top of the hill and rested there in the drifting fog of cloud. Birdcalls eerily echoed through the jungle and somewhere a monkey was chattering while the bearers regained their breath.
To be continued.