The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume Two
Copyright© 2020 – Nicholas Hall
Chapter One
The Missing or Lost Journals
There are, as mentioned in a previous overview of the material currently under scrutiny, gaps in the continuing, chronological narrative offered by Mr. Watts concerning his life and the activities and adventures thereof. Most of those gaps are, it should be noted, are of relatively insignificance depth or length to prevent the reader from gaining knowledge of the events in Mr. Watt's life or to disrupt the chronology. However, this gap, the largest and most significant thus far, does cause the serious researcher, and perhaps the not so serious ones as well, concern!
As a result, a knowledge or at least an understanding of history as it relates to the time period under examination and question is important, not imperative, but important!
Given that, a number of inferences or assumption must be made concerning the time period which might or should apply to the time period of approximately 1935 to sometime in the Spring of 1941, probably mid to late August, where the Journals and the entries begin anew. Where those missing Journals are is anyone's guess. Whether they have been misplaced, relocated in another repository thus far undiscovered, or removed for whatever reason is not known. Perhaps they are under perusal by another researcher.
Given the time period within the gap is almost six years ending around the time our main protagonist, Isaiah Watts and his two companions, also protagonists in these journals met and began a rather sordid, in some peoples' minds and eyes, contrary to their own restrictive corridor of beliefs, likes, or dislikes, relationship with "Stiffie" Conley. One must note some historical and non-historical data, albeit some of which may be a far reach, must be used to draw certain conclusions and arrive at certain assumptions. One must be cautioned however, when someone assumes, it places an "ass" before "u" and "me."
To wit: rural electrification came about in 1935 and evidently the Decker's Corner rural residents quickly gained access and use. Homes and farms were electrified, changing many lives through electrical equipment and appliances along with telephones in the Watt's farms.
The growing use of gasoline engines in automobiles, trucks, and farm equipment, replacing horses in many areas, improved transportation, farming, and lives in general. Although it should be noted, David Watts appears to have kept some of his equine stock for use on the farm. We know, from reading thus far, he loved his critters and would be reluctant to give them up entirely. This would prove to be a great asset if one would consider what'd happen in the future few short years. The use of airplanes for transportation and warfare increased as well, changing the world.
The Civilian Conservation Corps was formed and many a young person entered this service to help make ends meet. Garrett Lovell was no exception, although all we do know comes from sporadic letters Mr. Watt's mentions in his Journals. It is also assumed, since it is mentioned only in passing, the relationship between Garrett Lovell and Zachary Watts wanes and eventually dissolves.
It'd again appear, by casual mention, Joseph married and, partnered with brother Zachary, bought the blacksmith shop and reopened it as a mechanics shop repairing autos and farm equipment as well as a gas station. On the side, Zachary also did appliance repairs. They became the distributors of "bottled gas" (liquid propane in one hundred pound and larger tanks). Where Garrett ended up is not known, perhaps also in some other Journal not yet located. It is inferred he pursued a career in art, with side work on the nefarious and somewhat lewd side with illustrated works and photography.
Isaiah, Gio, and Stephen continued their personal close relationship, each learning from and appreciative of the talents and knowledge of the others. Language skills were not neglected as Isaiah taught Gio and Stephen Romany, while Gio proceeded to share his knowledge of Italian and German with Isaiah, the most proficient in both, while Stephen preferred German, although could "get by" with Italian.
Their personal, very personal one might emphasize, relationship with William Conley, continued to deepen, enjoying his company, mutual pleasures, and activities in general and those who might visit with him. They continued frequent visitations to his farm assisting him in any way they could. He came to rely on them and considered them "his boys" or family since we know not of any relatives he might have had.
Finally, the Depression was easing, but the world was in a great war, with fighting already occurring in Europe, Africa, England, and Asia. War, in 1941, enveloped and was wide spread in Europe and in Asia. Germany, the major aggressor in Europe, was launching attacks on England and all European Countries as well as extending their brutality toward Jews and ethnic minorities in the countries they conquered as well as in Germany. The Nazi horde, with their racist, dictatorial leadership was systematically liquidating those groups they found "inferior" and not of "Arian" heritage.
Mussolini was strutting like the phony Peacock he was, and marching around the Mediterranean creating death, destruction, and havoc as well. He'd align with Germany, but eventually be betrayed by them. His reign of terror would soon come to an end but be replaced by the much more deleterious war crimes and elimination of the Nazi Horde. There were those within the echelons of troops who found particular delight in sodomy type activities with prepubescent and pubescent boys and girls, partaking of those pleasures as they conquered and occupied various countries, cities, towns, or just passing through, enjoying a "quickie" leaving injured, pregnant, and dead youngsters and teens in their wake.
The situation was not much better in the Asia theater where Japan was flexing its muscle seeking more space to grow and provide the raw materials it needed to grow and become a national power. The atrocities they thundered in deadly manner on the Chinese in 1937 would not be soon forgotten. The Japanese conquering armies were no less brutal or demanding in their treatment of prisoners, hostages, and the "spoils of war", with free sexual gratification reigning on adults and youngsters alike. Dealing with the Oriental ie: Japanese cultural approach to war and the conqueror, would be difficult for Americans to understand as would the German treatment of the Jews and minorities in Europe. England was in battle with Japan long before the United States entered into the picture. It'd take a catastrophic attack upon the United States to bring about entry into the war. England could say she fought while America slept. The Japanese General Staff would come to understand the words of one of their leaders saying, "I fear we have awakened a sleeping giant."
Nationalistic Popularism, the far- right conservative political power, was on the grow and loose in the world, centered in a few ultra-conservative groups and countries, killing, exploiting, and destroying those who might not agree with their view of how the world should be ruled and run. Their treatment, through racism, hedonism, homophobia (although they seemed to be highly involved in homosexual practices), misogyny, and xenophobia, while pretending to be Christian, was horrendous and brutal!
In 1941, the United States wasn't involved and was removed from the fighting, but not the fight! Lend-Lease was active and, although highly controversial among individuals not of Roosevelt's party, was sending aid to our European Allies.
A caveat must be offered for this next collection of journals; it would appear, in many cases they were written "after the fact" and contributions made by more than one individual. This must be assumed since some of the details of various war experiences by Gio and early on, by Stephen, couldn't have been communicated at the time of occurrence given the very nature of their deployments and assignments. Distance and censorship would be the major factors, although both did find methods of some communication.
It would be most appropriate to entitle these next Journals as "The War Years."
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Chapter Two
The War Years
"Daddy agrees with Mr. Conley, the world is going to hell and if those fuckers (my words not Daddy's), aren't stopped, we're all going to be in a bucket of shit (Mr. Conley's words, not Daddy's but I agree)."
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
"Jesus," moaned Gio appreciatively, "I swear, Isaiah, the older you get, the thicker and longer your cock grows. I think I can feel it stab my belly button with every thrust you make!"
"You're not the only one," giggled Stephen, ass up, belly down, Gio's cock buried balls deep in his ass, spewing a teen load of juice, "I can feel the head of his dick drive yours deeper and deeper into me every time he fucks hard into you. Not complaining," he added hastily, "just commenting, you understand!"
Their peckers deflating, sexual appetites satisfied, temporarily it'd seem, the three teens took some time in cleaning up, putting clothes on (with an occasional squeeze or gentle pull on the genitals of another), and heading to Isaiah's house.
Joshua, Thomas, Patrick, and Arthur were waiting, having finished stacking the last load of bales in the haymow, for an invitation from Isaiah to go for a swim. There were two more fields left to bale, one at Darius' and the other, a small one, at Conley's. Those two fields would keep until the morrow, but now they wanted a swim. Isaiah, with his mom's permission, loaded everyone in the back of his pickup truck (a used one his Uncle Ben found for him), and they all went for a naked, bare-assed swim in the gravel pit.
The pickup truck was financed by Mr. Conley who thought the three teens needed some transportation back and forth to his farm where they had a small herd of pigs they were raising for market and David had some beef cattle pastured he and his brothers would sell. The hay from the small field at Conley's, along with some forty acres of corn, would be used to feed the cattle and the boy's pigs. David assumed the boys were paying Conley back for the pickup truck and sharing in some of the profits from the sale of the hogs, something they'd been doing for three years, and, in a sense, they were. Although Conley refused to take any money from the boys (sworn to secrecy not to say so), claiming he was being paid many times over by the boys. They had no objection to the methods they used to pay him back; in fact, looked forward to making each payment, satisfying both Conley and themselves. No one, apparently was the wiser, although Freddy had a damned good idea since he'd been a frequent visitor to Conley's shortly after Conley came into possession of the farm.
Drying off with a towel, Isaiah queried, "Did you check on the hogs this morning, Stephen?"
"Yeah, I rode over on Jackson, my stallion. He needed a workout."
Stephen was no different than any other Watts; loved the horses and enjoyed riding and handling them, hence kept a stallion for breeding purposes. Gio and Isaiah often kidded him claiming, by keeping Jackson around, Stephen hoped his cock would take the hint and grow as big as the stallion's. It never would, but Stephen's was no small one either, as was any of the Watt's boys.
"Fed the hogs, filled the water containers just in case they forgot where the small pond was, checked on Uncle David's steers and they looked good from what I could see, and then went inside and fixed breakfast for Mr. Conley and his guest."
"New?" asked Gio.
"Yep; evidently arrived sometime after you guys left yesterday. When I walked in the house after chores, it was pretty quiet so I checked the bedroom to see if he was okay. When I opened the bedroom door, a small, black-haired kid's head popped out from under the covers Conley was under."
"Please, tell us more!" Gio begged, somewhat excited at maybe, just maybe, of having a new playmate for the three of them for a couple of days.
"Small Asian type kid! God, he grinned at me and I almost shot my wad right then and there. There was a stream of white cum dripping from his chin which he swiped away with his tongue. You know, for a man over seventy, considering the injury he has, Mr. Conley has the production of juice like a guy eighteen and the stamina of a kid our age."
"He broke his arm, not his cock!" Gio sputtered. "What happened after the kid popped out from under the covers?" anxious to hear more of Stephen's discovery.
The boy stood up in the bed, clad only in a seductive, shy smile, his body as naked as could be; young, slim, and in a prepubescent voice, giggled, wiggled his small, uncut, penis, and sort of bounded toward Stephen.
"Hi!" he said in greeting, "I'm Andy. Who are you?"
"I'm Stephen," he answered as his eyes scanned, with care, the smooth, hairless body, focusing on the enticing little spike making the boy a boy, but the boy was not about to let him just look. No, he scooted up close, put his arms around Stephens' neck and wrapped his bare legs around Stephen's waist, snugging his boy-cock up tight to Stephen. Stephen reached around and cupped the soft, smooth small butt-cheeks in his hands, and sighed, "God, you are so small and smooth."
"Probably delicious too," smirked the boy. "You like feeling my butt, don't you?
Stephen nodded, running one hand carefully and softly up to slip a finger into the forbidden but welcoming valley.
"When you do that," giggled Andy, "my weenie gets hard. See?"
Looking down at the stiff, uncut, two-inch boy-spike, Stephen had to agree it did. "It's not the only one that does that," he murmured, his own cock growing and stiffening in his pants.
"You can touch it, if you want," Andy invited.
Not one to be impolite or miss the opportunity, Stephen did just that, stroking it carefully, slipping the foreskin down a bit and then back up.
"It gets really big," Andy announced proudly.
"Yes, it does," Stephen exhaled, twitching the morsel between his thumb and forefinger.
Unable to contain himself, not really wanting to, Stephen set the youngster down, turned him around on the bed, the little ass pointed up with the entrance to paradise winking at him, undid his fly, pulled out his own erect cock, spit on it, and with a "Oh, my god!" slid it into the tight hole, stretching it and making room as his cock went deeper into the lad!
"I'll fix your breakfast when I'm done," Stephen grunted to Conley as he began to slowly pump back and forth inside the little lad.
"Take your time; I'll just lay here and watch."
"Oh, my god!" Stephen moaned in pleasure, "you're so tight, warm, and moist. I hope I can hold off shooting for just a while longer," feeling his pleasure grow and his cock begin to swell even more.
"How old is the kid?" Gio asked, his own pole stiff as an iron fence post.
"Said he was ten."
"Tight, was he?"
"About as tight as a closed fist, but stretchy."
"Don't you wonder where he finds them?" pondered Isaiah.
Little else was mention or made of the "how" or "where" Conley found his young visitors and playmates, since all three knew he was always "just on the edge" of legality when it came to sexual activities with underage boys and perhaps girls. Keeping a sufficient distance and management activities insured Conley was not quite as vulnerable to investigation and arrest as those most directly involved. As he once told the teens, "Keep enough distance so if and when the shit hits the fan, not a fleck or even the smell either hits you or drifts in your direction." It didn't stop him from enjoying the profits or side-benefits of his various ventures into criminality. He was the man behind the man behind the man, behind the man who supplied the capital and expected rewards. Sex wasn't the only venture he was involved in the boys discovered over the years, nor, with war rampaging in Europe and Asia, was he reluctant to profit from it investing in arms and munitions manufacturing, petroleum production, airplane and other war materials, as well as food processing and growing.
"Europe is rationing food and gasoline among other things," he said one time. "If war comes to us, then we'll see the same. Might as well be prepared for it."
His words would be prophetic!
"When doing business," he cautioned, "don't try to make the big score and draw attention to yourself. Take a little bit from here and a little bit from there and soon your pockets will be full, more so than if you made one big score. Don't flaunt it, keep it well hidden in investments which are clean and above suspicion, or cash or land. But, don't flash the cash, makes other's jealous and larcenous, then you have to deal with them and that draws attention. The real money is not in handling the goods directly, but by being a silent partner in providing collateral."
This was especially true in his very secretive role in producing explicit sex photos and movies. The movies and photos, consisting of both heterosexual and homosexual visuals, appealed to a broad spectrum of individuals. However, the most profitable (and popular it would seem) were those of pre-pubescent and just pubescent boys and girls.
"With troops moving around, long ways from home, lonely for companionship, if none is about, they'll use their hands and enjoy something to look at to stimulate a response. If they want more than that, it can be found and I intend to profit from it."
Isaiah, Gio, and Stephen only knew him too well and he, them. The three teens had their own secrets and special skills, even at their age. Some of those he helped improve and hone. Isaiah was the consummate pick-pocket, con man, and the leader of the threesome. Gio and Stephen tended to be protective of him, but Isaiah was the leader, the planner, the idea man, the one with balls as big as watermelons and a cock to match. Apparently fearful of little, yet reluctant, as Conley advised, to place his companions and him in situations through which they could not escape unscathed or arrested. Isaiah believed strongly in "proper, prior planning prevents piss poor performance," and he liked to profit from performance.
Gio was well schooled in lock picking and safe cracking by his Grandfather Russo, as well as a card shark who could count cards and cheat with little danger of being found out.
Stephen was the scholar, the researcher, the one who could figure out the complex puzzles for the rest of them; the one who seemed to have a second sense about people and who could find out almost anything, from secrets those thought were well hidden, from the size of anybody's cocks to what he liked to fuck, young or old, so thorough was he. He was the "shit-house" lawyer for the trio.
All three were quiet, unassuming around others, merely faces in the crowd, so to speak, who could go unnoticed in that crowd, but extremely dangerous!
With war happening throughout the world and the prospect of the United States being involved in one eventually, Conley thought to introduce the trio to the "Art of War" by Sun Tzu. Of the three, Gio seemed to take a special interest in it.
Since conflicts began in earnest, Isaiah, Gio, and Stephen spent time, while at Conley's, listening to short-wave radio broadcasts from Europe and around the world, in addition to listening to the commercial radio broadcasts at home.
"The guys who started this mess," Conley snorted one evening after a listening to a broadcast from the beleaguered England, "these dictators and autocratic leaders, along with their supporters, are mean ambitious mother-fuckers and need to be treated like an asshole- wiped out! You don't smile at a rattlesnake and say `we are at peace' like Chamberlain did. No, you cut its fucking head off to start with and then say, now I can sleep peacefully."
Thinking a moment, he said to the trio, "We're going to increase the size of our hog herd and add more feeder cattle. Might not need them now, but having more will be really profitable in the future."
Conley's injury, causing Stephen's concern as he described his encounter with the young boy in Conley's bed, was brought on by a night-time misadventure by Conley. Awakened during the night with a desperate urge to piss, not by a sexual liaison as some might think, he stumbled, half-awake toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, he was alone in the house.
When electrification came to the rural residents of Decker's Corner, Conley immediately had his home wired, as well as the outbuildings and well house. Running water, until the time electricity was available, was provided via a one thousand, elevated outside water tank filled by either a gasoline powered well pump or a windmill. Gravity flow from the tank provided the pressure to flush the toilet, take a bath, and so on. Opening and closing a series of valves would change from which power source the water would come from or was sent since water to the stock tanks could be diverted as well. With an electrical pump installed, Conley kept the other two power sources since, "you never know when the electricity would fail." All of the extra wiring and outlets in the house were installed by Zach Watts as well as the needed plumbing.
A portion of Zach's fees were "bartered" and provided Zach with what he delighted in; several, young, prepubescent boys to fuck at his leisure and when they were available. Conley made certain Zach was well satisfied since there was the possibilities of more work needed at Ravenwood. Besides, Conley enjoyed watching Zach's massive cock slide in and out of young boy's asses and, once in a while, into a hairless, young pussy.
He did have the bathrooms remodeled to accommodate a shower, something almost unheard of in rural residences around Decker's Corner, but he found it easier to use, in his old age, than a bath tub, although he did keep the bathtub. Water continued to be heated by an LP hot water heater in the basement.
Given all of that, considering there were electric lights in the house, Conley decided he needed no lights in order to find his way to the bathroom. In the darkness of the house, he tumbled and fell, breaking his right arm and striking his head, gashing it and causing considerable blood flow. The worse part, as far as he was concerned, was pissing himself in the process!
Isaiah and Gio found him in the morning when they came over to do chores. Against his vociferous objections, Isaiah called his Grandmother Lovell to come look at his injuries since he complained of his arm and his head was fairly well bloodied.
"At least mop up the piss and wash me up a bit," Conley admonished, "and cover me up with something," disgusted someone, other than the boys, would see his nudity.
"Quit your complaining," Gio teased. "At least you didn't break an arm while your cock was buried up some young boy's ass and during your vigorous humping you fell out of bed."
Zoe Lovell dressed his head, but insisted he be taken to Logansport so Doc Knutson could treat him.
"You'll need stitches in your head and a professional doctor to set that break," she declared. She also recommended Gio, Stephen, and Isaiah take turns spending nights for a couple of weeks until he could be up and around, although it was his right arm that was broken and he was right-handed.
He growled about the arrangement at first, but thought it over and decided there might be some fringe benefits as well.
He was right!
Sleeping accommodations presented no problem since the house had four bedrooms upstairs, a parlor with a fire place, and two bedrooms on the main level. The house was larger than the casual passer-by would envision from the outside and presented the illusion of a place in need of repair and work. Nothing could be farther from the truth once inside. The home was relatively modern, for the times, well-appointed and well maintained. A large living room, with a fireplace, a large dining room, a large kitchen with pantry, and a remodeled bathroom (not far from the two bedrooms) were also on the main floor. An unfinished basement contained the hot water heater, a coal/wood furnace, a storage room used to store canned goods and other such items, and wood bins and coal bins.
The teens had no intentions of sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms. Conley had a large bed, just made, it might seem, for some delightful romping! They also discovered Conley's cock wasn't as big as they thought when they were younger. In fact, one might say it was only slightly larger than average, say around six inches or so. Isaiah chuckled,
Early July, David called Conley requesting a meeting with him. The attendees would include Darius, Benjamin, Joseph, Zachary, Agostino Russo, Bill Lovell, and George Decker, Jr. who now owned Decker's Store after the death of his father. It was their intention to discuss the current war, what might happen in the future, and how to prepare for the inevitable.
"Why not meet at my place," Conley suggested, "on Sunday morning? It's out of the way, private so it won't attract any attention, and I have the room. I'll have coffee, beer, mixed drink, whatever they want along with some things to eat."
"We'll bring a few food items as well," David volunteered.
So, the meeting was set!
Sunday morning, after everyone filled a plate with an array of sausages, pickled eggs, pickled gizzards, cheese, cold ham, and fresh bread and a glass of some sort of drink, David announced,
"I wanted to meet to talk about what we can expect and how to prepare when war hits us hard here. It's already a shit-bath overseas in Europe and Asia and I think we all know it's only a matter of time before we're up to our ass in it! All of us have had some experience with living in the Depression, but three of us here are older and have experience in other times, specifically war-times."
Lovell, Conley, and Russo all nodded their agreement and understanding. Conley led the response,
"Well, I don't know what the government boys have planned, but during, and shortly before the Spanish-American War overseas in the Philippines, I happened to be there, lived through World War I, and the Spanish Flu, and the Depression. I can predict with a certain accuracy we will be suffering with shortages of some sort or another. I also don't know how many other places such as our community are making any plans, but Decker's Corner folks have watched over their own over the years and we'll do it again. We're going to lose a lot of young guys and times will be tough!"
"The smart money on the street," Russo added, "confirms what Stiffie says and they are putting cash money aside to deal with shortages and other things. Things will be tough and such things as flour, sugar, gasoline, fuel, clothing, and shoes will probably be damned short, even rationed."
The three of them agreed, in order to blunt the shortages, people in Decker's Corner would have to raise their own. In fact, to raise enough to share with those who have less. Stocking up now, before the shortages became a reality, would be wise. Increasing the storage of gasoline and fuel oil, dry foods such as flour, sugar, beans, and so on would be smart.
"Don't forget salt for curing and canning supplies," Lovell interjected. "The food we raise and hunt will have to be preserved."
"Be as self-sufficient as possible," Conley added.
"Watch your purses and property," Lovell advised, "there'll be those who will want it and try to take it." As well he should know considering how his daughter, her husband, and their children picked up their "spare cash."
"There'll be black markets," Russo announced. "Prices will be high and there might be opportunity there for some of us, if we're damned careful."
"Just so you're aware, as if you didn't already know," Conley added, "I've increased the size of my pig herd and have added more beef cattle."
"Holstein steers or heifers grow to a larger size than Shorthorns or Herefords, making more meat means more and bigger steaks, roasts, and burger. More profit!" George Decker commented.
The others nodded in agreement and took full advantage of his advice.
After the meeting, word spread fast through the community and people of all ages, when they could afford it, began to stock up. Decker put on extra fencing, tools, nails, sewing needles, and other items. David and his brothers began picking up newer farm equipment and also kept their horse-drawn equipment ready to use. Joseph and Zach stocked up on tires and tubes, as well as auto oil and other items.
Dorothea, Zoe, Claire, and Sabrina traveled around reassuring the older residents, widows and widowers, and others there'd be help available if needed. Zoe began collecting more herbal plants for future use, medical supplies from the drug store in Logansport, and special items from Doc Knutson.
The preparation for war began in Decker's Corner, hoping it wouldn't happen, but knowing it would, but not the way it happened!
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Chapter Three
The War Years
"I'm so, sad; not only for all those who were killed and those who will be, but Gio is older, more physically fit, and they'll take him from me to fight in this fucking war! We didn't start the it but we're up to our ass in it! I know this, he'll make the fucking bastards who did, pay and pay dearly! My Gio will turn the sons-a-bitch's inside out and thread their cocks through their assholes! I just want him to come home to me!"
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
Conley took everything he'd learned from the meeting and began making plans of his own. One of the first things he did was to purchase a new, powerful short-wave radio. He was able to listen to clandestine broadcasters and broadcasts with the large antenna and new radio he purchased replacing the older one. He donated the older model to George Decker for the store so people in the community could stop in and listen. The main antenna, installed by Zach Watts, for his new one was mounted on a tall pole in the farm yard with additional wires strung from it, high across the yard to other tall poles or trees. It greatly enhanced the quality of the broadcasts received and increased the distance greatly of stations he could receive.
Not only did he began stocking up on non-perishable food items and other things he thought might be short supply he'd need, but made several calls to "business associates." He was able to arrange several clandestine meetings with people at his place concerning investments and other actions he thought might be necessary during the impending war and the aftermath of it. Calls were also made to his attorney requesting changes in documents and the movement of investments and funds. A representative of his attorney made a couple of visits to the farm delivering significant amounts of cash money as a reserve. Conley just wasn't too certain how stable the economy would be in the future. War, in any form, would offer opportunities to make some money, either legally or illegally, and he intended to do so, albeit carefully since he didn't really relish spending the rest of his life in prison.
Once the radio and antenna were installed, he began picking up broadcasts from many places around the world and occasionally, on some obscure frequencies, military broadcasts. What he heard and synthesized, caused him great concern and did not bode well for peace in the future. The Germans and the Japanese were committing atrocities of the most severe and heinous nature, what would amount to war crimes according to any convention, including rape, murder, and civilian and military mass executions, on the countries and civilian populations.
Conley's short-wave radio became Isaiah's, Gio's, and Stephen's ears to the world, listening to it, reflecting on what Conley heard, the public radio news broadcasts each morning and evening, and what they learned in school. More importantly, according to Conley, listen to what is said and then not said. Often silence tells a tale louder than the spoken word!
German broadcasts, in German, were difficult for him to understand, so he relied on the three teens to interpret it for him. He penciled on a piece of paper broadcast frequencies and times of broadcasts when certain stations broadcast from overseas. One evening he was listening to a broadcast in a language none of the three understood. Some words seemed familiar or least similar, but not quite! When asked what the language was, he said, "Spanish!"
"How do you know Spanish?" Isaiah asked.
"Spent some time in the Philippines in the late 1890's!"
He offered no more and they asked no more!
The war atrocities never seemed to lessen, but grew more outrageous and monstrous by the Germans in Europe and in Asia by the Japanese. As aggressors and conquerors, they seemed to bathe in the blood of others and commit unmitigated perversions of the most wicked sexual nature on young and old, male and female.
"Haven't heard of them fucking the village dogs yet, but wouldn't put it past them," Conley snarled as he relayed the news 33,777 mostly Jews were slaughtered near Kiev in late September.
He made no attempt to conceal or "sugar coat" what he heard in relaying it to Gio, Isaiah, and Stephen or to censure what they listened to.
"The boys need to know how vile those assholes are," he commented one time, "`cause they're going to be right in the middle of. Better the enemy you know!"
Gio, now reading and re-reading Sun Tzu, "The Art of War", said, "I know that, the actual quote is `If you know your enemy and know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt."
The tensions continued to build in the Unites States as some factions called for war while others demanded restraint and the United States staying out of the war in Europe and in Asia. Roosevelt, even though under extreme pressure not to do so, already extended aid and equipment, through "Lend-Lease" program to England and others. After a series of attacks on U.S. shipping, he ordered American forces to fire on sight at any German submarines.
Fall didn't bring any lessening of news of the horrors of war. October 13th, Nazi's murdered 11,000 Jewish children and old people. Most of the emphasis, as far as Conley was concerned, by the news media reports in the United States, was on the War in Europe, as well it might be, but the War in the Pacific Rim and Asia was no less brutal and devasting, as witnessed by survivors and reports he was receiving on his short-wave set.
The 300,000 plus killed by Japanese troops in China would only be a small, but significant example of Japanese terror, brutalization, and murder. They exacted similar devastation on other lands they conquered including Korea and Southeast Asia. Gang rape of women, children (both boys and girls) even to the point of death, was only part of their vicious act set upon the innocent civilian populations. Cannibalism, by Japanese soldiers and officers, of captured people was not unheard of and practiced openly.
The Germans were no less restrained when it came to gang rape and fucking the young. Although the Third Reich disavowed homosexuality and the practice of same sex liaisons, some of the officers and men of the armed forces were not hesitant on bending over the younger soldiers, younger teens and boys of the various villages conquered, and enjoying their sexual pleasures on them. Men with bigger cocks inserted in the very young, created damage both physically and mentally. War, at any time and any place, was cruel and deadly to the civilian populations.
Just before school started in the fall, Isaiah and Gio showed up for chores, sans Stephen. Curious why just the two of them, Conley asked, in faux innocence, "Stephen sick?"
"Nah," Isaiah responded. "He decided after we sell the last few of these pigs, he's going to take on some other interests."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," snorted Gio, "he's more interested in taking on Ricky Donovan's big cock and newer truck. Ricky's from the other side of Logansport and his family raises beef cattle. Stephen claims they don't smell as much as pigs."
"Besides," added Isaiah, "Rick's dad is financing the whole thing. Sounded like a plan to me; raise some beef, make some money, and get fucked on a regular basis!"
Neither Isaiah or Gio seemed terribly upset by it. In fact, they seemed almost pleased Stephen was finding his own way.
Conley became increasingly concerned about the situation in the Pacific after November first. The date was significant, he felt, when he learned a Japanese staff officer arrived in Pearl Harbor and departed four days later. It may mean nothing to some, but it did raise alarm in his mind! The Hawaiian Islands contained several military bases and it was the port of the U.S. Pacific Fleet. Something in the back of his head sort of made the hair back there stand up, forewarning of something not to his liking. What, he wasn't certain!
The radio chatter decreased and everything became just too damned quiet. Warnings began to pop up concerning something about to happen in the Pacific, but, apparently, were being downplayed by the U.S. Government. Not everyone in the government, but some.
November 29, the passenger ship, Lurline, sent a radio message regarding the sighting of the Japanese War Fleet. This huge armada was on the move, but their destination seemed to be in doubt. Most thought they'd be heading toward the Philippines, perhaps to launch an attack there.
The United States lost track of them!
December 5, the U.S. Aircraft Carrier, Lexington and five heavy cruisers left Pearl Harbor while, unknown to the U.S., the Japanese attack force, consisting of six aircraft carriers, nine destroyers, two battleships, two heavy cruisers, one light cruiser, and three submarines lurked some two hundred plus miles north of Oahu.
The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor December 7 and the United States was at war!
Isaiah and Gio happened to be at Conley's doing chores. Finished, they walked into the house, heard Conley's radio, and spotted him sitting in an easy chair in the living room, tears streaming down his face.
Looking up at the two teens, he choked out emotionally, "We are at War! Japan just attacked Hawaii!"
The boys hastened to his side, settled together on the floor, and listened while his radio crackled broken transmissions of the attack. They both knew what they were hearing would not bode well for their future. Shuddering in a combination of fear and anger, Isaiah felt compelled to put his arms around his boyfriend, seeking not only to protect him, but to express his love and his worry for their future! It was their senior year of high school and the final days of their youth were at hand. Their lives and the lives of so many others were forever changed that fateful day!
To be continued:
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