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Ol Bardock Finnley. I remember him for sure. He dug latrines near fort salonga for the boys but he wasn't in boot camp. Just a local who liked digging I guess. Or so I thought. I heard some weird rumors about him from the cadets so I thought I'd go down to watch him dig after lights out. What I saw that night, well.... it'll haunt me for the rest of my days.

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Well what happened? :marseyshook: :marseyreading:

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Well... What I saw was this. Bardock had four women tied up and I was guessing at the time they were drugged. He was digging these holes at the bottom of the latrines. Deep enough for the ladies to stand in. He'd bury them up to their necks and leave them bound and gagged so they couldn't make too much noise. He kept muttering something about having all the power and how no one talks back to him. Who knows. I ran up on his ghostly butt hollering just as he was burying the third girl. He screeched and threw his shovel at and ran off into the night. I called the police to help the ladies out of there holes. The law talked to me for a bit and I described the events. Sometime on my way home I got to thinking about all those latrines Finnley had dug for the boys. My mind started racing. What would I have I found at the bottom of them? Who would I find. The horror set in but I never had the guts to check. Never saw Ole Bardock again neither. Hope I never do...

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Happy Halloween.

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