Citizen Soldier Would Anyone Care Novels & Stories

Crystal said and I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Should I inform them about it beforehand?” I asked but she shook her head in no. “It will be painful for us not them,” I sighed because I can bear a bit of pain for them or a lot of pain for them. “Fine! I am willing to help them. I don’t care how much painful it would be,” She just nodded but I was really scared before doing anything. I don’t want a mess up at this stage….because I can’t afford to fail when It came to someone’s life. I turned to look at the wives, children, and old parents of these soldiers who were looking at me expectantly like I am some kind of angel and will solve their problems with just a flick of my wrist but alas!

“Don't even think about it!“ said Darkie. “Those guys might still be out there. And we can't risk Don's life to save a mere mafia soldier.“ The guy who spoke first was suddenly enraged. “Mere? Is that what we soldiers are?! We made a fu*king oath to be faithful and help each-other at our dying moment! And now we have a fellow member who has served this family for years dying just outside us and—” “Shut your fu*king mouth, Mason!“ Darkie exclaimed, standing to hit Mason who was at the front seat. “It's okay,” Mr Miller stopped him. “I'm going out personally to bring the dying soldier in.“ “What?!“ Darkie exclaimed. “Are you out of—” “My mind?“ Mr Miller angrily asked. “Do you all lose your re

Two blocks away people huddle on safe street corners, curious, but not willing to get closer. Those people stare at me. I’m either a terrified citizen trying to escape the horrors of West River or I’m a culprit. I forget that in Order uniform and that their confused and terrified stares might be because they’ve never seen a soldier run away from trouble before. Either way, they just stare and don’t engage. Every man, woman, child for themselves.

"Don't try to use my emotions against me!! What about the soldiers serving In your City?? Ain't those ones enough??!! The General asked Mayor Bennard Garcia sternly through the phone conversation. "You and I both know that those soldiers are not enough…………..They are no match for that beast………….They are just five hundred of them and they can't cover the whole City with their few numbers…………The soldiers here are not enough………….Please help me out here………I'm begging, Please." Mayor Bennard Garcia replied the General sadly while begging him through the phone conversation. “Sir, Do you know what you are asking me to do??! You are asking me to send men with wives and kids to their death…………….I can'

The skin of his palm smelled of copper and dried herbs. "W…What are you doing?" I stammered, my heart leaping. "Let go..." "Let's get one thing straight, child," the soldier whispered, his face inches from mine, his dark eyes glittering with a predatory gaze that made me tremble. "I didn't risk my life here, and I didn't spend my private money on these medicines, because I am a good person. I don't give a damn about your suffering and I obviously don't care that your father is a coward or that your stepmother is a harpy bitch."

Jate reach out and gave a hand to the man on the ground. "Are you all right, brother?" From the moment the man looked into Jate's tenacious looking eyes, he could tell that this man was a good man. "Thank you for your concern. I'm alright!" He said gratefully. Jate's chest tightened as his so how this retired veteran tried his best to stand up straight despite being crippled. "You have been wronged, brother." Every time Jate saw a soldier, he was proud of them. Because of their brave hearts to protect and serve the country to keep the safety of the nation's citizen.

“You always want to see the good, even when it’s a blade pressed against your throat.” He let out a bitter laugh. “And that’s exactly what’ll get you killed one day.” “Maybe,” I murmured. “But I’d rather die being myself than live as someone else’s soldier.” That struck something in him—I could tell by the way his jaw tightened, the faint shift in his stance. “Tell me something,” he said through clenched teeth. “Why do you care so much about him?” The question caught me off guard, though I didn’t show it. “Because he’s my patient,” I said flatly.

he wondered confused he then noticed a something else. In the middle of the soldiers stood a civilian, a man in a bloodied lab coat and glasses. He was trembling, his hands clutching a small black case to his chest as if it were his lifeline. “What the hell are they doing?” Joseph muttered under his breath. It was clear the soldiers were sacrificing themselves to protect the man. They formed a loose circle around him, their movements precise but strained. Joseph could tell they were running low on ammunition. One of the soldiers shouted something, and two others broke formation, creating an opening in the horde. They motioned for the civilian to run.

He saluted, and I did mine too, which was still sloppy compared to his. "I came here to fetch you, but I ended up watching a one against a mob brawl," he said. He looked serious, and I cleared my throat. "Your hands were too full. You failed to notice that your ride has arrived." "If I was in her shoes," said a kid who got off the copter from behind the soldier. "I'd ignore you as well. The immediate threat was before her, not above her."

Rusty who suddenly laughed. "Is it a girl?" Mr. Rusty asked before he could ask. The soldier looked at the older man funnily before replying. "No. It's an old man." Mr. Rusty raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Might not be your fangirl after all." The soldier by the door seemed to have realized something. "Oh... Oh I get it. Oh right, you're the one swarmed by the civilians yesterday, weren't you? Haha! Tough first day for a star like you, isn't it?"