Citizen Soldier Would Anyone Care Novels & Stories

“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?’

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.

As Rebecca drags me back into cover, I turn around and see more soldiers approaching us. "They're here," the soldier yells. "They're here!" "Attack," another soldier yells. "Fire," one of the civilians yells. One of the few with an assault rifle, he leans out and fires at the soldiers. The others follow after him instantly and engage the oncoming soldiers.

If this had happened decades ago, then that b*stard, Charlie, would have already been shot dead! As soon as Sheldon thought of how Hamed attached so much importance to this matter, Sheldon also knew that Hamed had already transformed into the Syrian version of an infrastructure maniac now, and it would be useless for him to continue protesting like this. So, he said to the soldier resentfully, “Young man, can I discuss something with you?” The soldier looked at him warily and questioned, “What do you want?”

“We were ordered to assist. Follow orders.” “But you do know your soldier is telling the truth?” I ask as I stagger back, holding off as I pretend I’m weakened, but the poison is affecting my barrier. The moment one of them tries to shoot, I take cover. “I don’t believe that,” the sergeant says just as the lights return. I look up at him from where I can see him from behind the table as they open fire and the bullets splinter through the wood. Fuck. I jump aside as I raise an eyebrow. “Really, sergeant? Do you think that all these civilians are safe?”