Depressed Soldier Novels & Stories

DEFECTORS STATE BEYOND ITS BORDERS "Lads, he's awake!" One of the soldiers yelled this to the rest of the troops. They ran to the tent after dumping bowls of whatever they were serving for lunch. They surrounded it, waiting for him to emerge into the outdoors, it took him a while but he finally got up from his bed. “Hey, Hey!” Allow him some breathing space! He's returned from the dead, and the last thing he needs to see is faces looking at him, as though you've seen a ghost,”

It’s been an hour since I came in but they didn’t say it was okay to leave yet. Meanwhile, Damon called me from the outside and updated what was going on. The police released a report to the media after talking to the culprit in their custody. The guy with the gun was a former soldier in the military that explained how he was able to take down two bodyguards on his own, and he was dismissed from his duty two years ago when he was diagnosed with a mental illness called schizophrenia.

Once crossed his mind, if death could be the key to happiness? Imagining that his breath got even more short. The man tightly grasped the medicine bottle he had been squeezing. That man had to face the fact, that he was indeed a weak human who couldn't get away from this medicine. The man is only a human who lives under the pressure of the inner family. So that it made him psychologically disturbed, the man had depression. And he hated himself for being so useless. "Why should I God !!" He said softly, while his hand was beating hard on his chest, he hoped that the tightness in his chest would disappear.

He was a creature of nightmares. He cursed quietly. There was no way a beautiful, intelligent woman like Chloe would ever chose to be with someone like him. Yes, he had military rank, but the drive to climb higher had been killed with Wolf Squad. He was broken and battered. Some people in previous wars had called it Shell Shock, or the Thousand Yard Stare, but now they called it something else. PTSD. Hell, he still had to report to a physical therapist and a psychologist once a week. The physical therapist was amazed at his near miraculous recovery and he lied through his teeth to the shrink. No, she deserved someone better than him.

"Boo, come sit here with me. I need to talk to you about something." "Sure, soldier, what is wrong?" "We are deploying on our first mission in an hour." "Sorry, what?" "There is another militant camp, and we need to find it. Harrison is sending us out for surveillance." "Fuck, soldier. I-I did not think it would happen so soon." "Everything is going to be all right, please, I don't want you to worry." "Of course, I am going to worry. Those men are animals; I hate to think…"

But his efforts prove futile, and he shakes his head weakly. "I... I'm sorry, Sir," he stammers, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I couldn't... I couldn't recognize anyone. It all happened so fast, and their faces were... distorted by the chaos." A surge of frustration and disappointment washes over me, but I quell the storm within, knowing that dwelling on it won't bring Scarlett back. I offer the soldier a nod of understanding, appreciating his honesty despite his condition. "Rest now," I say softly, my voice tinged with empathy. "Save your strength. You've done your best."

The look that he hates the most . " Mejar ...." " Listen carefully next time . Is this how the nurse in military hospital works. " He suddenly burst with anger . His wife is tired and sweating from the hot weather and she wasting time by spacing out . " I'm sorry ,Mejar Gu . I will register your wife . A senior nurse suddenly appears. She had adviced the nurses few times to focus on their work even if they see a handsome and manly soldiers .Now one of the had met the ruthless and stern also cold Mejar Gu that even the deputy camp commander respected.

All I could do was again slowly shake my head at her antics. “Tonight, the one and only loveable arsehole, it has been decided that we shall be watching the wonderful and amazing………..Deadpool.” Sounding like a salesman pitching his merchandise, our friend Tony answered with enthusiasm and matching Pops’ endearment towards others. Tony was a bit of your average wolf; five foot eleven, dark hair, shaved back and sides, slightly longer on top and left to do its own thing tonight, a lean build and toned muscles just like everyone else because of all the exercising we do.

Author’s POV: Anya’s nose was bleeding non-stop and her white hospital gown was dyed red. She had already held on to her for too long. The tense nerves in her brain had already reached their limit. Then, they finally broke. She suffered from served depression, unable to regulate her emotions without the aid of medication. “Anya, Anya!” Kester shouted anxiously and tried to stand up from the wheelchair. Miranda was filled with terror as she swiftly moved forward to assist Anya. “Anya!” she exclaimed with concern.

Conversations about Evan joining veteran support groups, went as well as using a nail gun on your own hand. For the past three weeks He had fallen so far into a depression, I was worried that my best friend would do something he couldn’t take back. With the overwhelming grief about my failed relationship with Evelyn accompanied by the stress of Stefanos, and now Evan’s depression, I felt as though the walls were caving in on me. I slowly opened the door. “Ev, It’s me!” No answer. “I am comin’ in buddy.” I opened the door fully and found Evan on the floor of his guest room rocking back and forth with a thin chain with dog tags hanging between his fingers.