Novel & Cerita Citizen Soldier Would Anyone Care

Clerks said dejectedly while looking down at her. “Is anyone here experienced in checking a patient?? Anyone!?? Please??!” I pleaded with hot tears running down my eyes. There was no way I would allow anything to happen, Giselle. We just started our lives, and she wants to leave me so soon. Never !! “Sire!! I’m a bit experienced but not ideally, but with your permission, I can check her, “ one of the soldiers called out. He was short and looked so petite. I couldn’t help but wonder how he had survived such a horrific battle, but that was my most minor concern at the moment.

Carter asked jovially. The Corporal was astounded when they greeted him with a heavy heart one after the other, “Good afternoon, Corporal.” “Good afternoon. How may we assist you?” “Thank you, Corporal. We wish to inquire about the civilian who was killed yesterday,” Gerald stated, and the Corporal furrowed his brow. “A civilian killed?” He asked in bewilderment. “Yes. The news is all over the place,” Samuel made clear. “I don't think this is the right place to make such an inquiry.”

“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.

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.

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.

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?"

Ask Faris. “No matter who they are, their intention is to kill all of us. So, we must act first unless you want to grant their wishes. You, can your body do it?” "Of course! I can't wait to tear them apart!” Faris replied with fire in his eyes. “…Ugh, sir? I'm so sorry." Said one of the soldiers who was wrapping his thigh with a cloth. "Yes, me too, sir. I can't help you, I'm sorry." Said the other soldiers.

“I’ve been living in a military camp outside the city. They hired me to work the kitchen. It’s what I’ve been doing for the past six years. Two days ago, the general came to our camp and sent me on a mission to discover what happened to rangers who disappeared a week ago. He gave me the gunpowder to sell in Hell’s Market where the rangers were last seen. I didn’t like it then and I don’t like it now.” “Is it normal to ask someone who works in the kitchen to do something like this?” “I’m the only civilian in camp. He said it was safer for me to try than it was for one of his men.” “That’s bullshit and you know it,” he said succinctly. “I decided yesterday that I wouldn’t be going back. That d