Citizen Soldier Would Anyone Care Novels & Stories

They are afraid of direct contact with villagers who may have been infected without them knowing it. "Go back to your homes until help is given! don't barge in because you will inflict disease on the townspeople!" shouted a soldier. "To hell with help! we have been suffering for weeks, our children and family have died and we are starving! but where's the help you promised? you bastard soldiers! we pay you with the tax money we pay, but you're let us suffer like this!" "That's right! you have become enemies of the people! you sycophants of the city government who have no conscience ...!"

A few heads turned slowly, and Chausson leaned back in her chair with a deliberate slowness, her arms folded and her smirk blooming like she’d been waiting all morning to be entertained. “We are not retaliating against civilians for being afraid,” I said, pressing both hands to the table as I stood. “They are hungry and cornered. If we march into their neighborhoods with rifles, we confirm everything David said about us, we make his story real.” One of the generals stabbed a finger toward me. “What about our soldiers? The ones bleeding in our streets? Maybe you’d notice them if you weren’t so busy baking with bloodsuckers.”

“Have the newspapers ever spread any false stories about you?” Orion shook his head. “Not really. But those on the sidelines know exactly what’s going on. They wouldn’t dare stir up trouble with someone influential. The military, though, is different; they’re not intimidated. After all, most of the soldiers started as regular civilians, didn’t they?” The fact that they dared to target the very soldiers who defend our nation only deepened my disdain for the tabloids. It's truly repulsive. These unethical papers thrive on scandal, feeding off others’ misfortune like parasites.

She said with reddened eyes, “People are too selfish. They're either afraid of dying or they only care about their own benefits. They'll just sit on their high horses if the issue does not implicate them. “This era might look peaceful on the surface but it’s not as wonderful as everyone thinks. People can enjoy the peace because someone else is taking up the responsibility to keep the peace. “Every time there is an earthquake or a horrible flood, who are the ones who risk their lives to be the first responders, saving every life they can? Do they get paid a lot? Aren’t they people too? It’s all because they are soldiers serving the people! “When news is reported on drug organizations being b

The second one asked his friend. “No, but we should walk deeper.” The first one said. I saw them coming my way and I held my breath patiently waiting. “What should we do with him?” The second one spoke again. “Boss said to kill him.” "What is all the fuss around them?" the second one complained. "I don't know, we are just here to do our job, so now be quiet, and keep your eye open on a lookout. Boss said to be careful and not to underestimate this guy's abilities as he is some I don't know a super soldier or whatever."

Only then can you truly protect and serve the people of our country. Her words resonated deeply with the young soldiers, who had been focused solely on their ambitions. Callie’s passionate plea reminded them of their responsibility as soldiers. They understood that they couldn’t fulfil their duty if they neglected their own health. ‘You’re right,’ one of the soldiers admitted, his expression solemn. ‘We got caught up in the excitement of meeting General Westwood, but you’re right about our health being paramount.’ Another soldier chimed in, ‘Yeah, what’s the point of personal guidance if we can’t even stand on our own two feet during a mission?’

And Bitch would nag at him. "How could you allow that to happen? That was really irresponsible of you, What if that soldier had not saved you?" Jonathan Bell screamed into the phone. His voice was agitated, though Jordan could not read any form of concern in it. He was probably worried about the image of his company.

What heart is not set aflame by the promise of freedom? The Navy did not fight against us, and it would undoubtedly have come over to our side later on. It is well known that that branch of the Armed Forces is the least dominated by the Dictatorship and that there is a very intense civic conscience among its members. But, as to the rest of the national armed forces, would they have fought against a people in revolt? I declare that they would not! A soldier is made of flesh and blood; he thinks, observes, feels. He is susceptible to the opinions, beliefs, sympathies and antipathies of the people. If you ask his opinion, he may tell you he cannot express it; but that does not mean he has no op

I asked, staring at his tired face. “I’ve been awake all night tending to some of the injured soldiers who went into the fire and came out burned to ashes,” he said, shaking his head. “They have no consideration for their own lives. They hadn’t been able to recover any of the civilians yet, but once they do, we will be plenty busy here, tending to their expected wounds.” I nodded in agreement, my chest tightening at the thought of all those innocent people needing medical attention. “How are the sick soldiers?” I asked. “Have they recovered fully yet?”

Yassi heard a soldier complain to the soldier he was talking to as well. "Don't speak like that. The prince will not let Yeran fall into the hands of the barbarians. And even if the prince is wounded he prefers to fight with us. He will not leave us no matter what happens. And I am ready to die for a person like him who has strong principles and love for the country under his father's rule," replied the soldier he was talking to.