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 Written by Hans Schultz Feedback welcomed at: hans_schultz_2007@yahoo.com

   Story codes: MM, f, F, viol, rape, tort, snuff, wartime

   2001-02-05

   Make love, not war.  I wouldn't put it that way.  The hippies were
wrong. Why can't one do both ?  I have been through many things during my
exciting life, And I have seen everything.  So let me tell you a story
about how I came to the conclusion that it's much more entertaining to make
love AND war.

   PITY IS A DISEASE

   Being a soldier is not really a bad thing after all.  Here I will
publish my notes that I wrote down in the sweet '60's when we attacked the
south, the land of the niggers.  It came to them as a complete surprise. 
Our armament was modern, much more modern compared to theirs The natives
didn't have much chances to defend themselves against us.

   1965-05-06 THE ARRIVAL

   Forenoon.  The small town has just woken up and its inhabitants are
going through their daily routines.  Most of the men are still somewhere
trying to fight and the women are trying to do the best they can to keep
their society up and standing.  It's exactly 8 AM when about 80 land-trucks
cross the border of the town and head towards the centre.  The trucks,
which are packed with white men in their grey uniforms scatter around the
town.  Everyone of us is armed with a rifle, and as soon as we are reaching
the town district we begin a ruthless firing.  We are shooting everything
that moves.  The bullets are hitting the walls and finding their ways
through the windows.  In a moment the streets are filled with dead bodies.
The drivers are driving full speed on the narrow alleys between the houses.
They are not giving way to anyone.  The niggers don't have enough space to
step aside and they are crushed under the heavy wheels as the drivers run
over them.  Most of them die immediately, but some of them stay alive and
suffering on the streets.  We are just laughing on the trucks and go on
firing.  As a matter of fact I like this.  I am the commanding officer of
my platoon so I give an order to leave the wounded alive and in their pain.
No-one is resisting.  This is a dream come true for many of us, and I am by
no means the only one who is secretly fondling a hard cock inside the
frieze trousers.

   We get down and go on as infantrymen.  After we have split in groups we
start walking around the town searching the houses and arresting every
single person we can find.  Then we drag them to the market square at the
very centre of the town, where a big, wooden building (probably a church or
a school) is located.  People are panicking.  They are unarmed, so they
can't defend themselves against the strong soldiers, who are kicking and
pushing them forward on the streets.  The children, who are not able to
walk are torn away from their mothers and killed in front of their eyes. 
As soon as all of the inhabitants have been gathered to the market square,
they are driven into the wooden building.

   The disorder is almost complete.  A constant scream of terror is carried
to my ears from every part of the town.  The soldiers are shouting their
commands and hitting people with their rifle-butts to make them move
faster. Of course that kind of behaviour is of a nature to just increase
the chaos.  I see how a pregnant women falls in the crowd and I tell her to
get up.  I start kicking her stomach with my heavy army boot to stress my
words.  The desperate woman screams for someone to help her and tries to
cover her yet unborn baby with her hands.  I go on kicking her until blood
starts to come out of her mouth.  Then I just walk away and leave her lying
on the ground.  The doors are locked up and the soldiers wet the walls of
the building with gasoline.  As soon as it's done we are opening fire and
the building flutters to flames.  The people inside are screaming and
banging the locked up doors in panic.  They are breaking the windows and
trying to jump out, but we shoot them before they can.  The fire just moves
more quickly into the building through the broken windows.

   The woman I was just kicking is still moaning on the ground as the fire
grabs her clothes and her hair.  Some men are standing a couple of metres
from her, smoking, and they cannot hide their amusement while they are
watching as the woman starts to scream in pain.  One of them is taking a
photo of her.  Inside the building the screams are now mixed with coughing
and rattle.  Then, one by one, all human sounds fade away and there is only
the sound of burning wood left.  Our task has been fulfilled and we can
leave.  We spread around the town, plunder the houses and set them on fire.
During this same day, about 40 operations like this are put to action in
the country.  Our victory is clear as the African sky.

   1965-05-21 THE NEW ORDER

   After the power has changed hands, the life of the locals hasn't been
the same anymore.  We have subjected them to our rule and we are ruling
with an iron fist.  Soldiers are everywhere and the civilians are doing
their best to avoid us.  At the first days of the occupation they hadn't
still realized this.  In spite of the wild rumours that had been told of
our ways, people still couldn't believe that we could practise such cruelty
among them.  We have cancelled the human rights of the niggers and not a
single one of us has dared to questionize the new methods in public. 
There's no need to.  Our living conditions are very comfortable since we
have all the power.  I'm not surprised at all of the fact that the great
powers of world have stayed silent and wanted to keep up the good
economical and military relationships with us instead.  So our leaders may
feel free to let their men go on terrorizing the civilians.  It's not rare
at all to see soldiers breaking into people's homes in the middle of the
day, killing the men, raping the women and the children and cleaning the
houses of everything, even a bit valuable.  This practise has automatically
lead to a situation in which the civilians are getting always poorer and
are living at the edge of hunger when, at the same time, even every common
soldier is getting always richer and surrounded with property.  Torture is
very common.  Corruption is more like a rule than an exception.  Very many
of our soldiers are forcing young local girls to become their personal
slaves, who they will abuse as long as they will get bored.  Then they'll
just kill the old ones and get fresh girls to entertain them.

   We are destroying in frenzy.  Just to satisfy our own personal needs we
violate and murder people on the streets.  Most of the houses of the public
sector, like hospitals and kindergartens are in ruins and I suppose there
aren't very many unbroken glass windows left in the city.  Nothing really
is sacred.  And the greatest thing is that no-one will probably ever
questionize our actions, because we are the winners.  The civilized
countries won't care about the crush of these sub-humans.  The suffering of
one is the pleasure of another.  The base of me and my unit is now at the
capital city, which is fortunate indeed.  Because the official military
operations have ceased, we don't have much work to do.  Or at least not
much unpleasant work, and there's a big city to explore and exploit.  I'm
feeling like a young boy again.

   1965-06-07 STREETLIFE

   I'm off duty, but I'm still frustrated and I decide to get drunk.  I set
my aim to a nearby public house, in which I use to go.  It's a quite shady
night and I can feel the forthcoming rain in my bones.  An old local with a
garbageman's badge on his sleeve walks towards me on the street.  He
salutes me according to the regulations and stops waiting for me to pass
him.  I ask for his ID.  A detestable situation.  I shouldn't have stopped.
I just want to have a cold beer under my nose and I really am not
interested in seeing any goddamn papers.  I guess this is just one of these
officer's reflexes.  I feel like an idiot standing there in front of him.
His face is irritating me and I would like to push my thumbs into his
nervous eyes.  But instead of doing it, I just spit on his face and go on
walking as soon as he has gotten his pile of ID's and permissions out of
his pocket.  He stays there holding them in his shaky hand.

   A couple of blocks away from there I see a drunken group of soldiers on
their evening furlough.  They're having fun with an young nigger boy.  Not
my men.  The little boy, about 10-15 years of age is bleeding in front of
them and tries to get up.  The soldiers are laughing their drunken laughter
and giving him occasional blows with their night-sticks.  The boy holds a
bread in his hands, and one of the men takes it a way from him.  Then the
soldier throws the bread to the ground and stomps it with his boot until
it's all mashed.

   "Aren't you hungry ?  Come here and have a snack, nigger !", I hear him
shouting, which is followed by a loud laughter of the soldiers.  Suddenly
the boy rushes up and starts running, but in his excitement he hasn't
noticed me and runs directly to my embrace.  For a second we both are a bit
dumbfounded, but then I notice that he's bleeding on my clean uniform and I
push him down in disgust.

   "Fucking bastard !", I shout and kick his ass.  The soldiers have
noticed my captain's badges and stand at attention.

   "Report yourself.", I snarl and try to wipe the blood away from my
clothes.

   "Yes sir !  Corporal Lauri Heikkinen from the 13th infantry company
reports !  A group of evening furloughers from the same company returning
to the garrison as ordered, sir !"

   "Stand at ease.", I reply and go on, "Before you do, take care that this
pile of shit here won't ever be able to come and ruin my uniform for a
second time.  I want to hear the report tomorrow before 11 AM.  Captain
Ruohonen, the second military police unit.  Got it ?"

   "Yes sir !", he shouts and tells his friends to pick up the nigger boy.

   "Dismissed.", I snap out and walk away.  I walk away even though I would
like to turn back and get me a clean uniform, but I don't bother, because
I'm not on duty.  And what the hell ?  It's not the first time I've walked
around in bloody clothes.

   I turn right at the next corner and see a military police patrol working
on a woman and a child.  It seems to be a busy night, indeed.  The woman is
about 30 years old and the child is almost a newborn one.  Other one of the
policemen, a man in his fifties and an officer, is tearing the woman's
blouse to shreds and her tits are hanging free for all to see.  Another,
younger one, is holding her still as the first mentioned takes out his
cock. The woman holds her screaming infant in her arms and it's difficult
to really say which one of the niggers is screaming louder, the woman or
her brat.  Then she notices me and starts to pray for mercy.  The policemen
notice me too and the younger one loosens his hold of the woman.  The older
one is busy stuffing his cock back into his pants, ashamed.  I walk to the
woman and lift the baby away from her arms.  The policemen are silent,
they're just staring me while the woman cries and moans.

   "Dear captain...sir...don't let them hurt my baby...please.  I'm begging
you, sir.", she sobs I look her in the eyes, then at the roaring offspring
I'm holding.  How is it even possible to have such a loud noise coming out
of such a tiny mouth ?  Its screaming pauses only when the brat has to
inhale, or when it's about to drown in its own spit.  I lift the baby over
my head and use my full strength to hurl it down to the asphalt.

   "Noooooo !", its mother yells and tries to get to her child.

   "Don't let me disturb what you were doing, gentlemen.", I tell to the
policemen.  The child doesn't die.  It stays rattling on the ground and
blood starts to flow out of its mouth.  The policemen attack the woman with
a hysterical laughter and tear her skirt away.  They are beating her with
their sticks until she's lying on the ground and holding her hands in front
of her face.  The older policeman takes his cock out again and penetrates
the woman's cunt.  The younger one is brave and removes all of his
clothing. Then he straddles the woman and begins a furious fucking between
her tits.  He milks her tits so violently that large streams of mother's
milk are splashing on his hairy chest and running down his stomach.  This
sight is turning me on.  I take a couple of steps back and masturbate while
watching the rape.  The passer bys turn back on their heels.  Nobody wants
to get involved.  Which is wisely thought.  I take out my pistol and look
up.  I see dark faces at the windows of the surrounding houses.  The
curtains are opening a little here and there.  I took a good aim and shoot
a couple of the too curious ones while wanking my cock with my other hand.
The policemen are shooting their loads, roaring in pleasure.  Inside her
and on her face the slime goes.  I'm telling them to step aside and to
force her on her knees in front of me.  Her child goes finally silent.  The
men are pulling her hands away from covering her face and I can see the
woman's desperate eyes.  She sees her child, bled to death, then she sees
me masturbating in front of her, and finally shooting thick wads of my
sperm right on her face and eyes.  I use her hair to clean my cock and
place it back in my pants.  The policemen are from my unit.  My men.  Good
men.  I ask them to come and have a couple of beers with me.  They seem to
be honored.  We move on.

   1965-06-08 THE REPORT

   Corporal Heikkinen reported himself at 10.30 AM today.  They had took
the young nigger to his home, tied up his parents and shot a couple of
wounding shots to his body.  Then they had left the building, leaving him
there, unable to help himself.  He assured me that the boy will be crippled
for life.  I'm satisfied.  I will give my recommendation to get the
corporal promoted.

   1965-07-15 THE HOSPITAL

   We are taking possession of a hospital.  One of the few ones that's
left. About 50 men have been ordered to accomplish this task.  The building
is moderately big and it has about 200 patients plus the staff, we were
told.  That's all.  We do need labourers, but we don't need the ill. 
That's why they need to be eliminated.  We are marching in and splitting in
groups.  The staff of the lobby tries to escape in horror, but just a
couple of sharp machine gun runs are enough to harvest them.  I and my
platoon move on to the wards.  We are opening a door after another and aim
our guns to the helpless patients tied in their beds.  Not a single soul is
saved.  The ones who are able to walk are trying to save themselves and
escape.  Some of them try to climb out of the windows, but the bullets have
no mercy.  Some crippled niggers are sitting in their wheelchairs at the
corridor.  My men have lots of fun by pushing them down the stairs and
laughing at their cries, as they fall and hurt themselves even worse.  Many
of them are left there without any release from their agony, and crying and
lament are filling the hospital.  The soldiers are yelling and laughing in
their animal frenzy.  Butchering and torturing the helpless is what we know
best and it's what we like to do.  We have come just during the lunchtime.
There, in a big dining hall are sitting tens of patients having their small
lunch.  We jump on the long tables and start delivering heavy kicks around
us.  The plates are crashing under our boots and the food is making the
table very slippery.  Teeth are kicked in.  Noses bleed.  We tell people to
open their mouths and as they do so, we push the barrels of our guns into
them.

   "Bon appetite", I laugh as I pull the trigger.  Blood and slices of
brain are mixing on the floor with the food and shattered glass.

   Then the maternity ward.  Fresh mothers have rushed in panic to their
newborns and as we come in they are trying to cover and hide them from us.
I'm giving an order to deprive the babies from their mothers and to throw
them all into a big hospital bed.  The babies are screaming their lungs
out. They can't understand what's happening.  The mothers are herded into a
corner and three soldiers aim them with their machine guns, ready to shoot.
The women are begging for mercy, but that's the last thing they're gonna
get from us.  I don't want to have the babies shot.  I want them to suffer.
It's exciting and it makes my cock big and hard in my pants.  I hate these
brats, and there ain't a destiny that would be too hard for them.  I've got
the power and I will use it.  I'm taking personally care of the murdering
of the babies by pouring some gasoline to the bed and setting it on fire.
In a second the whole pile of baby meat is in flames.  I enjoy as I hear
the screams of pain.  I've learned to enjoy it.  The smell of burning flesh
is in the air.  Some of my men have grabbed young mothers for themselves
and now they are raping them on the floor.  I take my already hard cock out
and fondle it while watching this senseless play of violence and mayhem. 
My men in uniform are showing their strength.  They are beating the crying
women.  They're satisfying their animal lust in mothers whose babies are
just burning to death in front of their eyes.  There's nothing they can do
about it.  Absolutely nothing.

   There are not enough women for all of us.  But fortunately women in
general feature lots of possibilities, so even four soldiers can
concentrate in raping one bitch.  They beat them with fists and rifle-butts
and laugh, as they usually do.  Some of the men force the mothers to watch
their burning babies while they at the same time make them wank their slimy
cocks.  And as they want to cum, they are usually doing it on the crying
faces of the desperate women.  I'm proud of my men.  Many of the cunts go
insane.  They can't stand cruelty at this stage.  I'm shooting some of them
at random.

   In the next room there is a woman who's still in the middle of her
labour.  The nurses have escaped and the woman is trying to push the baby
out of her cunt by herself, but she doesn't have the strength.  The brat is
just coming in the halfway.  The woman is in incredible pain and she's
screaming like a pig in a slaughter-house.  She doesn't even notice me as I
step in, walk to her and grab the foetus.  With a one forceful yank I
manage to tear it away from its mother's cunt which is now free for me to
enter.  I drop the baby on the floor and climb on the woman, who is finally
paying some attention to me.  I see that her eyes are looking for his
newborn baby, so I take out my pistol, push it into her mouth and tell the
whore to keep her mind on more important matters.  As I'm penetrating her
cunt, I notice, to my amusement, that the navel-string is still connecting
her and her baby, but I don't care.  As a matter of fact, it's feeling very
good against my shaft as I move my manhood in and out of her loose cunt. 
As I'm doing this, I'm also making some lewd fucking gestures with my
pistol in her mouth.  I smile as I can see some fresh tears appearing in
the whore's eyes and starting to roll down her cheeks.  I can feel my cum
rising in my balls.  She's quiet and stares directly into my eyes.  Crying.
I'm panting on her face and licking my lips.  Then I feel the first wave of
my orgasm coming and just as a moan of pleasure escapes from my lips I pull
the trigger of my gun and see how her head explodes in front of my eyes. 
The enjoyment I get out of this is something extraordinary.  I'm roaring
out my victory and wallowing in my obscene lust...and finally in that
extreme satisfaction, which is possible to achieve only by these means. 
The woman dies instantly.  Her baby is still alive as I walk out of the
room, but it will inevitably die soon too.  I'm just happy to let it suffer
a bit longer.

   A total chaos is the prevalent situation in the hospital.  Dead bodies
are everywhere.  The soldiers are robbing the offices and raping the last
women still alive.  In a mindless fury they are destroying everything that
is coming into their view.  They are pissing and shitting on the corridors,
even on the patients that are breathing their last breathes.  Soon they too
are as dead as most of the other niggers here.  My perverted mind is
bathing in joy.

   1965-06-29 A RAID

   We're going through the buildings of this district one by one.  The
adjoining blocks have already been emptied and people have been transferred
to the execution place.  The same thing will happen here now.  The other
side of the street is already in the hands of turmoil.  People are running
around and the soldiers are beating them with clubs to make them form
lines. Women are crying and looking for their husbands.  Children are
looking for their parents.  Without any results of course.  If they do find
their families, they will be separated by force.  Most of the people are
going to get executed, but the strongest ones will be put to work.  Also
the most beautiful women will be forced to work as prostitutes at the
whorehouses for the soldiers.

   We're getting into a staircase now.  The stomping sound of our boots
echoes from the hard concrete walls.  I run to the top floor and hear how
my men kick the doors open behind my back.  As a commanding officer I
shouldnt really be doing this.  But I like the excitement...I like the
smell of fear.  And no-one can stop me from going to the battlefield if I
want to.  I throw a kick to the door and it flies open.  For a moment I'm
standing at the doorway looking around.  No-one.  The fuckers are playing
hide and seek.

   "Come out with your hands raised !", I shout, but there's no response.
Holy fuck !  Why does it always have to be the hard way.  This could be
done so much easier.  The end will be the same in any case. 
Well...nevermind, at least I will now have time to look around whether here
would be something valuable to steal.  I walk in to the small apartment and
start from the kitchen.  I yank the closets open, but there's just dishes
and other shit like that.  I throw them to the floor.  Then a bigger closet
with some cleaning equipment as its contents.  And the first discovery.  A
young man is hiding under the rags.  And he's armed, goddamnit.  Rapidly he
attacks me.  He's squeezing a metal pipe in his hand and he raises it to a
blow.  Just in time I move aside as the pipe hits a table and splits it in
two parts.  No time for thinking now.  I draw out my pistol and shoot
towards him but the bullet just hits his shoulder.  I didn't have the time
to aim properly.  I may not get nervous now.  Suddenly I rush forward, grab
the man from his chest and throw him against the window.  The glass goes to
pieces and the man falls screaming down from the fourth floor, straight
into the crowd that's thronging on the pavement.  I just hope I didn't hit
my comrades.

   I hear some loud yelling and swearing from the staircase.  I walk out of
the kitchen and see how sergeant Mäkelä is killing all the five inhabitants
of the next apartment with a single machine gun run.  He's laughing,
lighting up a cigarette and walking back in looking for the valuables.

   "Show yourselves, fucking niggers !", I shout again.  The living room. I
grab the pieces of furniture and throw them upside down.  I take out my
knife and rip open the sofa and the mattress looking for some hidden
treasures, but I find just some old photographs which I rip to pieces. 
Fuck.  An infuriating situation.  I lose my temper totally and take my
aggression out on everything I see.  I tear down the curtains and the
lamps. I throw some furniture out of the window.  Then I'm able to find
some hidden jewellery and I stuff them into the pockets of my uniform.  I
go to the bedroom and open a large closet which is containing some clothes
and children's toys all in a big pile on the floor.  Well...at last
something.  This is suspicious.

   I throw the stuff out of the closet and see that my suspicions were
correct.  The closet features a partition made of cardboard.  And it's made
so poorly that it wouldn't even cheat a child.  I pull the partition open,
look behind it and see three pairs of frightened eyes staring back at me.
All of them belong to women.  Probably a grandmother, her daughter and her
granddaughter.  They are so afraid that they are shaking.  At that very
moment sergeant Mäkelä appears to the doorway.

   "Do you find anything ?", he calls out to me.

   "Mäkelä, you came right in time.  Would you like to have some fun ?", I
call out back to him The question is completely unfounded.

   The bitches have curled up and hugging each other.  They look at us but
then quickly turn their heads away.  Sergeant Mäkelä walks to me and speaks
out:
"Well, I'll be damned...hidden flesh.  And a little nigger child on top

of that.  Come here kid !" He's making a motion with his hand, which is
supposed to make the youngest hider come to him.  Sergeant Mäkelä is a
complete idiot, but he's a good soldier.  One of my best men.  He's violent
and stupid.  Always hungry for money, blood and pussy.  He'll never get
enough.

   "What's the matter ?  Can't you just hear me, or aren't my words
effective enough ?  Come on you piece of shit, get out of the fucking
closet right now !", he shouts and begins to lose his temper.  He grabs the
sleeve of the youngest slut and pulls her away from her mother's embrace.
Then he lifts the girl's face in front of his own and lets out a long
shout. Sergeant Mäkelä is a prick.  He smiles and throws the kid to the
wall behind his back.  Then he kicks her ribs as she falls down on the
floor.  He picks up his rifle, aims and shoots an exact shot right in the
middle of the face of the kid's mother.  Then he finishes the kid's life.
Mäkelä has gained his credits as a sharpshooter and he's one of the best
shooters in my unit.  The woman dies immediately leaving just bloody stains
on the wall behind her.  The only one who's left now is the grandmother,
who has raised her hands to prayer and murmurs some words in her native
tongue.  Sergeant Mäkelä grabs her hand and drags her to the middle of the
floor.  I light up a cigarette and offer him a sip out of my vodka bottle.

   "Come on Mäkelä...don't kill yourself.  Relax for a while." He takes a
long gulp and burps on the top of it.

   "Ok captain...and now we shall fuck this old cunt, don't you think.", he
says to me.

   I take a sip of the vodka and smile.

   "If you're able to get a hard on with that mummy, I promise to offer you
a night at the Jokinen's place.", I chuckle and point the old woman on the
floor.

   "You got yourself a deal, captain !", he shouts and begins to unbutton
his pants.  The old woman has no teeth and she's continuously speaking out
her incomprehensibilities, so it's a piece of cake for sergeant Mäkelä to
stick his cock inside her mouth.  She is crying now and trying to push him
away from her, but Mäkelä just takes a strong grip of her thin hair and
begins a very violent penetrating of her face.  I can feel how my own cock
is getting hard in my pants, so I'm urging him on with his action.  And
yes, I should have guessed, that in less than a minute he has succeeded in
getting himself a raging hard-on.  I have gotten very excited and I start
to rip the old woman's clothes with my combat knife.  Mäkelä is standing
over her feet, drinking more of my vodka and his cock is standing at
attention, dripping pre-cum.  He's waiting for me to get the bitch naked.
Her tits are sacky and every single strand of her pubic hair is grey.  An
ugly bitch.  But that doesn't seem to bother sergeant Mäkelä, because he
just falls down on the her and forces his cock inside her dry hole.  The
old woman lets out a hoarse scream and Mäkelä hits her face a couple of
times with his fist, smashing her nose.  Blood starts to flow.  I step back
and watch as the brutal soldier is beating up and raping this old woman in
front of my eyes.  His grey uniform is dirty and covered in blood stains.
His ass is moving up and down over her and with each thrust he's letting
out a groan of pleasure.  The woman looks like she's about to faint. 
Suddenly I hear a shout coming from the door.

   "Grandmother !" I turn around and see a nigger girl in her twenties
looking at us with a horrified expression on her face.  Mäkelä doesn't seem
to pay any attention to her.

   "Nooo !  You murderers !  Monsters !", she screams and runs to sergeant
Mäkelä.  Then she starts to pull him away from the top of her grandmother.
In a second I'm beside her and kick her ass away from bothering him.  My
boot hits her stomach and she falls down with a muffled scream.  But she
getting quickly back on her feet.  A stupid whore with spirit.

   "How can you do that to an old woman ?  Don't you have any feelings ?  I
hate you !  I hate you !  You have destroyed everything I've got !", The
bitch sobs and cries and starts rushing towards me with her fists raised.

   "Well...that's no problem, if she insists.", I think and take a
strangling grip of her.  Then I push her down on the floor, under me.

   "Let me go !  Don't touch me !  I hate you !", she goes on yelling as
remove my grip.  The woman is weak and she can't give me any trouble.  It
takes just a moment to undress her, even though she's struggling like a
madman.  The cloth is thin and the sound of it ripping is turning me on. 
Now she lying exposed on the floor.  She's trying to scratch my eyes with
her fingernails, so I'm forced to pin her hands down.  Then I start beating
her fingers with the butt of my pistol.  The bones are cracking and the pig
is screaming so loud that I have to stop breaking her fingers and to push
my hand over her mouth.  I can't stand her screaming in my ear.  Sergeant
Mäkelä is panting by my side.  He has just shot his load inside the old
woman's cunt and lies now on top of her, exhausted, smothering her with his
weight.

   "I'm not for fuck's worth interested in your lowlife nigger history !",
I shout at the girl that's fighting under me.  "You are the disease, and
our duty is to be the cure !  Do you understand me, whore ?" I push my cock
into her with force and feel how it's crushing the hymen on its way to the
bottom.  Leaning my hands against the floor, I begin a fast and violent
fucking inside her tight and unused cunt.

   "No !  Let me go !  Get off me !" I answer by increasing the speed.  My
pelvis is smacking against her mound with such power that it'll probably
bruise her skin.  Her blood is working as a lubricant and soon I can feel
that my orgasm is on its way.

   "Fucking nigger whore !  I despise you !  You're nothing but a pile of
shit !", I snarl into her ear at the same time as I erupt inside her. 
"Let's hope you'll get pregnant, bitch !" The woman is crying.  I spit on
her face.  Then I get up and button my pants.

   Sergeant Mäkelä has sat down on something that used to be a piece of
furniture and is now watching my bustling with amusement on his face.  He's
smoking a cigarette and drinking.

   "May I remind the captain that he's owing me something.", he's chaffing.

   "Pick up that whore and hold her still.  I'm gonna show that shit a
piece of proper nigger treatment.", I say and point at the woman crying on
the floor.

   "Anything you say, sir !", he shouts and salutes me extra carefully. 
Mocking.  Then he laughs and picks up the woman.

   "Take care that she's keeping her eyes open" Mäkelä forces her to open
her eyes by lifting her eyelids with his thumbs.  I go to the old woman
who's nearly unconscious by now.  Then I throw a sharp kick to her ribs. 
She gets back her consciousness in a second and lets out a yelp.  I give
her another kick, then a third.  I can hear her fragile rib bones snapping.


   "Please stop.  Have mercy.  She's just an old woman.", the younger woman
pleads quietly.  Mäkelä lets out a cruel laugh.

   "Madame tight ass will now be a good girl and watch.  It's captain's
orders.", he snarls into her ear.  I am furious.  I want to cause pain and
that's what I'll do.  I'm walking around the grandmother and kick her body
all over with my heavy boots.

   "Fucking sub-humans !  You are up to no good !  You all should be killed
!  And you will !", I shout as adrenaline is rushing into my brains.  Then
I move on to kick her head.  Then I step on her face and crush her facial
bones by putting all my weight on her.  She's unconscious again.  Her
granddaughter is desperate.

   "Stop, you monster !  I hope you will die in the fire stone lake of Hell
!", she screams and bursts into the final tears.  The resistance has been
broken.  The floor is stained blood red.  So are my boots and my uniform. I
kick and jump on the woman as hard as I can and I don't stop before I
cannot find anymore solid bones to break.  The youngster tries to look
away, but Mäkelä forces her to witness the event.  Once again I take my
cock out.  It is limp now, but it doesn't matter.  I walk to the
unconscious woman and let a stream of piss flow down on the remnants of her
bloody face.  Sergeant Mäkelä is thinking that this is funny and he's
merrily describing to the girl how fun this actually is.  He tells her that
this is to be her grandmother's extreme unction.

   "Alright then.  Let's take this whore down to the others.", I say as I
shake the last drops of piss from my cock and put it back to my pants. 
Mäkelä pushes her down on her knees, then presses the barrel of his gun
against her neck, and tells her to start crawling to the door.  She's
sobbing but still doing as she's told.  Then Mäkelä starts pushing her down
the stairs and goes on until we're at the street level.

   "Go down, bitch !", he commands.  I walk behind them, satisfied in
myself.  The woman is completely broken.  She's burying her face in her
hands.  On the street our colleagues notice that we are bringing a naked
woman with us.

   "Was she good ?", one of them asks laughing.  We answer his question
with the wide grins on our faces.

   A NIGHT IN A BROTHEL

   Later at night I'm walking to a bar with sergeant Mäkelä.  Or, to be
precise, it's a bar and a brothel in one.  I'm paying my debt to Mäkelä. 
He insisted that it must be done today.  The place is ran by lieutenant
Jokinen, who used to be located at our unit.  He's a civilian now, because
he had some luck and he got wounded in a battle.  Not very seriously, but
it was enough to earn him a one way ticket out of the army.  However, he
decided to stay here with us and run a business.  The place is full of
soldiers, as usual.  They are making a lot of noise by fighting with each
other and harassing the whores.  As soon as we step inside, Jokinen
recognizes us and comes to greet us in his expensive suit.

   "What's up old bastards ?  You came to spend your little money on some
entertainment, am I right ?  Would you like to have a piece of black
pussycat for the beginning ?"

   "Shut your mouth, Jokinen and fix us drinks.  This time I have a sponsor
with me, so I can spend as much money as I want in your sleazy hole.",
Mäkelä snaps out, according to his habits and is pointing at me as he's
saying the word "sponsor".  Jokinen goes on undisturbed and as glad as
before.

   "Uh-huh !  I don't think that's a correct way to speak to a higher
officer, is it Mäkelä ?  All I'm asking for are some manners, please.  This
is a place of the higher society, if I may make a remark.", he says.  We
are sitting down at the bar and start to drink some Scotch whiskey.  This
is the only place where it's even possible to get that stuff.  And of
course Jokinen has priced it according to it.  Whores are coming to sit
next to us, but we shoo them away, consistent of our purpose.  I admit that
Jokinen has the most beautiful hookers in town.  They are in good meat,
unlike most of the other local girls.  He has even white meat for sale,
which no-one else has, but today we have something else in our minds.  We
need some encouragement.  The raid earlier today has left us in an
unfinished state of mind, somehow.

   Jokinen really has everything from the newborns to old women with their
other foot already in a grave.  He's even got options for the ones who
prefer having sex with boys instead of women.  The local women are almost
desperately trying to get to work here.  The work is risky, and they don't
get paid, of course, but Jokinen is giving his employees lots of food and
good clothes, and that's a lot.  Jokinen is a hard boiled businessman, and
for money he is selling anything.  Most of his time he is sitting behind
his desk and smoking his fat cigars.  He thinks that smoking cigars makes
him a fine man.  From time to time he walks to the door to welcome his
friends and the higher officers.  My captain's badges are noticed here too
with respect so we may sit and drink alone without any bothering drunkards
around us.  The reputation of Mäkelä may also have something to do with the
fact.  Everybody knows him as an anxious street fighter who hits hard.  The
whores are coming to us because they must, even though they know that we
might offer them some unpleasant surprises.  The officers and the
non-commissioned officers are very popular prey, because we have more money
than the privates, and sometimes some fool might even give some private tip
to his whore.  Jokinen comes to me, sits down and makes his opening line.

   "Well then, old fellow.  You seem to be enjoying my Scotch." It's clear
that he's worried because we still haven't bought a woman from him.

   "Now listen Jokinen.  Would you happen to have a good, disposable
package for two tonight ?", I ask and let him out of his worries.

   "Oh, you want to have a disposable one !", he grins, "Well now...you men
seem to have some unloaded stress today, am I right ?"

   "Cut the crap, you goddamn pussy dealer and do your job like you
should.", Mäkelä lisps from behind my back, clearly drunk now, and empties
another glass of whiskey.

   "But of course I will.  For you guys I'm always serving the best.",
Jokinen says and clearly tries to ingratiate us.  He gets up and returns in
a moment with a gorgeous and half naked nigger woman beside him.  She's
wearing only black panties and her firm tits are visible for all to see and
feel.

   "This is Sandi.  What do you say ?  She's a very good girl.  I've
personally taken care of her training.", Jokinen gives me a wink and goes
on.  "She's 25 years old, but I really couldn't say so if I didn't know
it's true.  Don't you agree ?" I must admit the man is speaking the words
of truth.  The girl is just charming, once and for all.  And she can act
just as shyly as she is expected to act.  A real cockteaser to put it
straight.  I'm suspicious.  Jokinen must be hiding something behind his
back.  Usually, when you are asking for a disposable whore, you will get
the most ugly eider of the house, who has been fucked to the very limit. 
But this one...she is a piece of very productive meat, and Jokinen, if
somebody, knows that.  He's confirming my suspicions when he turns to me
and says with a nervous tone:

   "Also I happen to have some unloaded stress by chance, so you will get
her at half price, if you let me come with you, let's say in a capacity of
an observer or so..."

   "Jokinen !  An old libertine !  I should have guessed !", I can't hold
back my laughter.

   "So, the deal is done then ?", he says and sounds suddenly very formal.

   "Feel free to join us.  We won't be bothered.", I am able to say between
my laughing and turn my eyes to the girl, who's standing behind us.  As
soon as she notices me looking at her, she forces her thick lips to an
affected smile.  Mäkelä commands her to fill his empty glass and pushes his
hand into her knickers.  The girl lets out an exclaim which is caused by
surprise or pain, but still she manages to pour the drink for Mäkelä
without splashing it.

   "Unbelievable.  It's good to stay in good relations with Jokinen.", I
think The whore is pure luxury.  If she just knew what's in store for her.

   "Good.  Room number seven is reserved for you.  You seem to have all the
necessary equipment with you already.", Jokinen says and hands me the keys,
"Just go ahead, I will be joining you in a minute or two." Jokinen goes
behind his desk and begins to give some advice to his staff.  We stand up
and take the girl between us.  She's giggling her fake laughter and laying
her hands around us.  I see that mentioning the equipment has gotten her a
bit nervous, but she has no option.  Now she's irritating me.

   We're stepping inside the room seven.  There we can see a big bed with
posts, a table and an armchair.  Also there's a big mirror at the ceiling
over the bed.  A very typical decoration of a brothel room, so to say. 
We're standing in the middle of the floor looking at our merchandise : A
short afro hair, black as the Devil's ass.  Not very tall, she's only to my
shoulder in length.  Her white teeth are shining behind her dark red lips
and even the corny, whorish make - up isn't able to hide her primitive
beauty.  There's not even an inch of extra fat in her, but then again,
she's not too thin either.  Her ass is curving out nicely below her waist,
and as she's removing her panties, we're able to see her cunt, which is
covered by thick, black and really curly pubic hair.  Our merchandise is
looking at us.  To be honest, we cannot really be described as attractive
as she is.  Yes, we have shaved our faces, of course, but our grey uniforms
are needing a wash very badly.  Cleaning away the dried blood stains just
isn't very simple task to do at these conditions.  Mäkelä has a strong
scent of sweat and alcohol hovering around him and our drunken, blue eyes
are cold and unfeeling.  Our faces are a little red from all the drinking
and although our baggy trousers are still erect, they haven't seen an iron
for a too long time.  It's so easy to get a bit broad-minded here.  The
garrison discipline is quite a different thing.

   "Get on your knees !", Mäkelä is commanding the girl.  Immediately she's
doing as she's told and without any request she's unbuttoning our pants and
taking our cocks in her hands.  Then she starts exciting us with her small
fingers very professionally.  She's giving our cockheads small licks and
then looking up into our eyes.

   "Oh, how big they are !", she's sighing, "You misters have really
handsome cocks, you are so kind soldiers, making me wet like this." She's
telling us the same things she's probably been telling to tens or even
hundreds of soldiers before us.

   "Shut up whore and suck.", Mäkelä is snarling to her and gives her face
a little taste of his fist.  Then he begins to whip her face with his cock
and I'm following his example.  Now we're both whipping her face with our
cocks and I can see that the whore is not enjoying the situation a bit,
even though she's moaning and rubbing our balls with her tiny hands.  She's
not a very good actor.  Every time we are hitting her eyes, she's groaning
in pain.  I grab her hair and say:

   "Open your mouth, whore !" As soon as her mouth opens, I thrust my cock
right to the bottom.  Mäkelä is moving beside me and he pushes his cock
into her whore mouth too.  We begin to be cramped for room there.  The
corners of the girl's mouth seem to be stretching many inches as she's
trying to swallow us both and it's quite a funny sight indeed.  Yes, she is
an experienced cocksucker, but still she isn't able to hold back her
reflexes as we both are pushing our manhoods deep into her throat. 
Naturally she doesn't dare to fight us and soon we can feel how her warm
vomit is filling the mouth around our cocks.  It's spraying out of her nose
too and then it's making it's way down to the floor and on our boots.  I
grab her hair once more and pull her head back.

   "Look at what you've done, you pig !", I yell, "You messed up our just
polished boots with your slimy inner organs !  You had better to go down
too and clean our boots with your tongue or you will be really sorry you
didn't !" I slam her head towards the floor and lift my other foot for her.
So does sergeant Mäkelä, even though his boots are really far from just
polished.  After the raid today they are covered with shit, dust and blood.
But our whore has no possibility to protest and so she begins to lick our
dirty footwear with a disgusted expression on her face.

   Right at that moment the door is opening and Jokinen is stepping in.  He
sees her whore down on her knees licking our feet and us masturbating
slowly while we are looking at her.

   "Well...look at this !  My great war heroes have already started without
me.  Please don't let me disturb you.", he laughs, sits in the armchair and
throws an unopened bottle to Mäkelä, who can't believe what he's seeing.

   "Holy Fuck !  Brandy !", he's shouting delighted.

   "Sandi, my girl.  I want you to know that I've sold your ass to these
gentlemen here as a disposable one.  I expect you to be good to them. 
Please enjoy your last fuck while you can.", Jokinen goes on with a cruel
smile on his face.  Every hint of his recent kindness has suddenly
disappeared.

   " Disposable !  No...please !", she cries out and looks at her master in
horror.  I kick her face with the tip of my boot, because she has dared to
stop licking it.  Her head flies back, but Mäkelä is on the other side of
her in a second, and then his boot is smashing towards the left temple of
the whore.  She crawls to Jokinen, who's still sitting in the armchair She
starts begging for mercy.  Her nose is bleeding.  Jokinen gets mad.  He's
kicking the whore's face one more time and makes her stumble backwards.

   "Dont't you come whining to me, nigger !  Go on and do your job, because
if you don't, I can guarantee that you will stay alive.  But that's an
experience you don't want to have !", he shouts.  Before she can get up on
her feet, I'm by her side and lift her up in the air from her armpits.

   "Okay.  There's the door.  If you really think that you want to leave,
then be my guest and go ahead.  But do it quick.", I tell her in my best
commanding voice and put her down in front of me.  She's still a bit
confused from the kicks, and she doesn't seem to realize what I'm saying to
her.  She's takes a step back and then she gives questioning looks to me
and Jokinen who has stood up now.  Finally she looks at Mäkelä, who's still
fondling his cock and chuckling at the situation.

   "Well ?  You heard the captain.  Get lost !", he blurts out.  Now she's
coming to life again.  She turns around, runs to the door and turns the
handle.  At the very same moment when I fire my pistol, she's realizing
that the door is locked.  The bullet hits her left knee, and she falls
screaming down on the floor.  Mäkelä now draws his pistol and walks to her.
He turns her on her back with his foot and shoots her to her other knee. 
Jokinen sits back into his armchair and watches the massacre.  The
continuous scream of pain fills the room.  The whore can't decide which one
of her knees she should grab so she tries to move by pulling her body
forward with her hands.  Then she tries to get up on her feet, but her they
don't carry her and she falls back down.  We are watching this show with
amusement.  Then we start to walk around her.  We are aiming our guns at
different parts of her body.  Making her wait for the shot, but then we
lower our guns again and continue our besieging.

   "The elbows", Mäkelä says with a dry tone, and drinks a gulp from the
brandy bottle.  I take an aim at her left elbow and pull the trigger. 
Mäkelä is following my example, and bullets hit her both elbows almost at
the same time.  Mäkelä hands me the brandy and I take a sip of it.  The
whore is screaming and begging us to stop.

   "Please, don't !  It hurts !  Please don't kill me, I haven't done
anything to you !", she cries.  She's pathetic.  As I look at her tear
stained face, I think of our colleagues and their whores downstairs.  They
must have heard the shots and all this screaming.  I can sense the tensed
feeling even from another room.

   "Bring her here, please.", Jokinen asks.  Mäkelä grabs the girl from her
waist and lifts her to a crawling position.  Then he starts to drag her to
the front of the armchair.  Her broken arms are moving uncontrollably back
and forth and her crushed knees leave two stripes of blood on the floor
behind her.  Jokinen grabs her chin, so that he's able to look into her
eyes.  Then he takes out his gun and presses it between her eyes.

   "Shut up, nigger !", he shouts at her face as loud as he can.  The
whore's screaming is slowly turning to constant moans and muffled waves of
pain.  I'm sure she's still thinking she might get out of this alive
somehow.  Jokela stays silent and looks directly into her eyes for at least
30 seconds.

   "Tell me...what are you supposed to say now, Sandi ?", he finally asks
her with a sharp voice.  The girl is just sobbing.  The she lets her head
fall down.  After a short while we can hear her speaking through her tears.

   "I'm sorry, sir...please forgive me..." Jokinen looks at us and gives us
a victorious smile.

   "Good girl.", he says to the whore and lifts her head back up.  He draws
a long puff of smoke from his cigar and then looks at its glowing edge.

   "You deserve to have a reward for that, Sandi.", he says and makes her
have a taste of his cigar too.  As the girl draws the smoke into her lungs,
she begins coughing.  Jokinen uses this opportunity.  He turns his cigar
around, opens the girl's eyelids with his fingers and then begins slowly
entering the glowing edge of the cigar into the whore's right eye.  With a
sharp, hissing sound, her eye melts in the incredible heat.  The girl
screams, then loses her consciousness and goes limp.  Jokinen has taken out
his cock and now he forces it into her mouth.  Or maybe forcing is not a
correct word.  The bitch is out of control and Jokinen has to press her
mouth shut with his hand.  He starts to masturbate with the girl's head,
moving it up and down on his hard cock.  It's looking very easy, because
the unconscious cum-dumpster is completely relaxed and her mouth is
existing only for this purpose right now.  But then again, she isn't able
to suck or lick, and that'd be a bit boring to my tastes.  And that seems
to be the case with Jokinen too.  After a short while he pushes the girl
away in disgust.  I pick up the smelling salts from the table.  Standard
equipment of the room.

   As she comes to her senses, she immediately goes on with her screaming.
Mäkelä and I are still fondling our cocks as we walk to her and push the
barrels of our guns against her forehead.  Then I give a sign and we both
pull our triggers.  And as we see her die in front of us, we both shoot our
loads too.  Our semen hits her face and gets mixed with her blood.  Then,
as soon as we've recovered, we notice that Jokinen is cleaning his suit
which is stained with his semen.  He's handling us two towels.

   "Can you believe...that whore really had the courage to ask me for some
money for her services.  Unbelievable.  I just don't know who she thought
she were.", he says to us and we nod our heads in agreement.  We step out
of the room and leave the whore there for a cleaning woman, who will throw
her body to the trash.

   As we walk down the stairs, we are welcomed with a loud applause and a
roomful of curious men.  We don't have to buy a single drink for us during
the whole night, because the men want to hear every detail of our
encounter, and they're naturally offering us drinks for that.  The whores
don't seem to like our stories at all, and the most popular entertainment
of the night is to describe the slaughter of their comrade to them...and
watch as they try to fight back their tears and look amused.  Well,
anyway...the night has been a success.  And I didn't have to spend all my
money to pay my debt to sergeant Mäkelä.  He's constantly saying that I
have cheated him.

   "Listen now Mäkelä.  That's the reason why I am a captain and you're
just a sergeant.", I tell him, as he mopes and throws some murderous looks
at my direction.

   1965-09-02 THE HUNGER

   Most of the fields have been mined and it's almost impossible to harvest
the crop.  The people are starving and the soldiers are stealing the last
food they have left.  We do have lots of food, but some of us think it's
fun to take away the poor people's last chance for life.  We are going even
so far that we burn the cowsheds and pigstys.  It's hard to eat the burned
animal bodies.  Sometimes we do save the animals for our own use, but
that's just sometimes.  The international Red Cross - organization has
finally realized the situation and is sending here massive contributions,
which is good, of course.  Because of their food supplies, our need to
freight the food we need is much smaller.  That saves money.  Usually a
single contribution from the Red Cross is enough to feed our unit for a
week.  It's quite usual to see children and old people, that have starved
to death, lying on the streets of the city.  It's unhygienic, because the
warm temperature is making the rotting process very quick.  There are flies
everywhere.  That's why we have gathered some local men to work as a
body-squad and they are cleaning the streets during the night time. 
There's a big mass grave just outside the city district.  The dead are
taken there and then burned.  The fire has to be fed all the time, so large
loggings of the forests are necessary.

   On my personal looting expeditions, I use to search for all the food
from the houses.  Then I will eat it there or destroy it by burning or
simply stealing.  If a family is just having their meal as I get in, I
usually just empty their plates on the floor.  Sometimes I have had a shit
on their plates and made them eat that instead while pointing them with my
gun.  They do eat.  They cry, but they eat.  So you may notice that I've
realized the importance of unchained hedonism.  My sex life is flowering
like it has done never before.  Partly because of the super abundance, and
partly because of the unlimited possibilities I have to self-fulfilment.  I
couldn't even have dreamt of anything like this when my home was still at
the North.  My wife has written numerous letters to me.  She's asking when
will I be able to visit her again.  I have promised her to come as soon as
I can, but I don't think I will do so.  Why would I ?  Life is good here.

   1965 -10 - 20-21 EXPLOITING THE COUNTRYSIDE

   We've got a new business.  We have been contacted by some rich men from
Japan, Europe and The States, and they are willing to pay us very large
sums of money, if we are able to deliver some fresh nigger women and
children for them.  I suppose they want to have personal sex- and
homeslaves for themselves.  This is a chance to get our hands on the big
money.  Unfortunately the population of the cities is far from fresh and
prosperous, so they won't do.  We must go to the countryside.  And it's
quite risky.  We're not very used to move in the African nature, and the
natives are able to take us by surprise if we are not careful enough.  Our
only chance is to pretend that we're benefactors.  We are coming to them as
friends.  We are entering the villages and giving some food for them. 
After all it's quite easy to gain their trust, because the small villages
are practically isolated from the outside world.  People don't know what
we've been doing in the big cities.  A typical village around here is built
of thin canes or trunks.  The "houses" and the jungle are separated with a
high fence, which is built of the same material.  At the centre of a
village is usually a big square, a constant fire burns there to keep the
wild animals away.  But we're not afraid of fire.

   Our method is just a bit troublesome.  Once we have chosen the ones that
are suitable for us, we must kill the rest of the population.  The choices
have to be made in secret and then we have to take the houses by storm.  If
we left them alive, they could go after us and we wouldn't have very much
chances against them at a jungle combat.  Once again the machine guns are
very useful.  It's also quite easy to blow up a whole cane-hut with a
single hand grenade.  But we have to hurry.  The fire moves very quickly at
the dry, wooden structure and it's easy to get surrounded by it.  Then the
possibilities of getting out are minimal, and we might die in the flames,
like the rest of the people.  But still this method is good, because it
furthers the possibilities of succeeding in our main task.  And if we
succeed, each one of us will get enough money to be able to get the hell
out of Africa.  I'm not talking about pocket-money here.  I'm talking about
the fact that we will probably be able to spend the rest of our lives in
pure luxury.  The risk is worth taking, so to say.  And we are taking it.

   1966-01-13 ADIOS AMIGOS

   I'm leaving.  The money I got from selling the nigger slaves have made
it possible.  I have bought my way out of the army.  But I'm not heading
back to the North.  Sergeant Mäkelä, me and a couple of other colleagues,
who took part in the looting expedition last autumn, have decided to start
from the far east.  At first we're going to Hong Kong.  We will make
ourselves feel comfortable and then we'll start studying the possibilities
of making ourselves feel even more comfortable.  I know that the East can
offer us great possibilities to maintain the feeling of paradise we have
been used to.  My wife and the kids may feel free to run into their asses,
as far as I'm concerned.  Everything went surprisingly well, after all.  We
got a good catch: Eight teenage girls and eleven children survived the trip
back to the city.  It was a bit unfortunate that we couldn't satisfy our
needs with them.  Our customers wanted their merchandise to be shipped to
them in good shape.  Untouched.  So we had to be content with fucking the
mouths of the captives.  And the transport wasn't easy too.  We tied their
hands so they couldn't move them.  And to prevent running, we had to chain
their legs.  The travel through the jungle to our trucks was pure Hell, to
be honest.  But that's history now.

   I won't be missing this place.  But on the other hand, I wouldn't give
away a single day of the time I've spent here.  I know now, that the best a
man can get is a complete feeling of power.  To be able to rape and kill as
much as one likes.  And I have done that.  I believe that no man, who says
that he's got balls, can be honest and admit that he doesn't enjoy seeing
how women and lower-raced people collapse in front of his might.  That's an
experience every man should have.  Nothing's more entertaining than beating
a nigger whore to death with your fists, at the same time as your cock is
raping her virgin cunt.  In my mind I can still hear all the begging and
screams of pain, which I didn't care of.  Even the memory is enough to get
me hard again.  And I know that I'll be able to do well in the future too.
I am a wealthy man now, and it won't be a problem for me to buy sex slaves
from the poor families living in the slums.  No-one will questionize my
actions.  Every man is corruptable, and a bunch of dollars is an effective
way to get the police to close their eyes and ears from the suffering of
the innocent.  I have used to get what I want, and I want to destroy and to
see pain and suffering around me.  No-one can stop me now.  Don't blame the
war for this.  This is what I have always liked to do.  A war is a blessing
of God.  Let's be honest to ourselves and ask: Which one is more important
? The satisfaction of a noble man, or the happiness of a herd of living
nigger shit ?  I think the question doesn't need to be answered.  Who would
care about their fates ?  No-one, I would say.  They have deserved their
hunger.  Let's bring the slave trade back and give the honour to the men
who deserve it.  Pity is a disease.

   Captain Juhani Ruohonen The 4th military police unit, second platoon