Depressed Soldier Novels & Stories

“Yes, Father. I can work with that. You're the one that said I'm stronger than you ever thought I would be.” Suddenly, a soldier storms in through the door, breathing heavily. His eyes were filled with distress, and the scent of his own blood covered him. “We're being attacked!” He forced the words out of his mouth and collapsed to the ground immediately.

Crying children sat next to the only homes they had ever known while their dazed parents tried to console them. “You!” someone snapped behind me. “Move along.” I leisurely turned around to look at the human soldier. “Move along where? The last time I checked this was still a free country.” “This is a classified military site now.” “I didn’t see any signs,” I calmly informed him. The soldier faltered. He leaned in closer. “Are you one of them?” he whispered. I laughed. “One of what?” “You know? A commander. One of those super soldiers.”

I asked, He kept crying in pain, “You know it disgusts me to watch you cry... Have you ever thought about how much they suffered… she had three bullets in her chest and here you had only one,” “Please, Don’t kill me,” He cried, “Oh… I will torture you first and then… you will have an ultimate kill,” I smirked, “No…” He groaned, “You don’t wanna die?” I asked, “No,” He replied, I smirked internally looking at his miserable state, “Fine then, tell me who it is!” He began crying louder, “Please, Arthur, I can’t tell you” He sobbed, “Fine..” he cut me off,

Instantly, Lucian who could not stop wondering why he should be in the hospital at that time, answered him, "He is fine. He just had his d... He paused when Wellington, who was disturbed, opened his eyes and saw the Supreme Commander. While he saw a lost child who needed support, Wellington saw a grim reaper coming to take his life and relapsed into his former state. "Oh, my God," Lucian shouted and walked out to get help while the befuddled Supreme Commander placed his hand on his forehead. On impulse, he asked him, "Why is he like this?" The second soldier was as confused as he was and looked on in fear. Luckily, the doctor on duty saw him when he walked in and decided to say 'hello' to hi

​Then, one by one, the brutal soldiers started shouting out positive traits about their Deputy Commander to appeal to Sela and prove he was truly husband material and he meant every word. ​"He's actually thoughtful!" a scarred warrior shouted from the back row. ​"He's considerate and meticulous now!" another soldier yelled, grinning widely. "He forces us to wash our dirty armor every day just in case you visit the training yards!" ​"He stopped drinking cheap tavern rum just to impress you, Sela!" a third guard chimed in. "He even buys expensive, sweet-smelling soap now!" ​"Say yes before he makes us run extra miles in the freezing mud!" the front row of soldiers laughed together.

Brought it to his lips from time to time. He looked hollow. I sighed and stood. Walked to the back. Fell into the seat across from him. "I'm sorry." Those were the first words uttered in over two hours. He carried on looking out the window. "I know what I said was harsh. You confided in-" "I am a soldier. Above all else, that is what I am programmed to be. I have seen men and women be torn apart. Children left homeless because of my actions. The world is cruel. It is bleak," He turned to look at me. Eyes haunted by the memories. "And then I found you. For some reason, you seemed to be the small light at the end of the tunnel. I don't know why. I can't explain it. But I found you and I though

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

In the cacophony of war, Alex heard the anguished cries of his fellow soldiers, their voices echoing in his mind like a haunting melody. As he grumbled and thrashed in his sleep, Alex felt a creeping sense of dread seeping into his bones, a foreboding sign of impending transformation that lurked within him. With each passing moment, the weight of his memories pressed down upon him like a suffocating blanket, suffusing his dreams with an oppressive atmosphere of despair and anguish.

“Do you usually sleep this late?” He grunted. “Like I said, damn tablets give me insomnia. So lately, yes.” I nodded. “Has Doc said how long it'll be for the side effects to wear off?” “Few weeks. Like normal.” I knew it was a touchy subject for Dad. As much as he hated the fact he was living without Mom, he hated appearing weak. To him, depression was a sign of weakness. It was not. Depression was a sign of strength – because it meant no matter how weak your mind might be to you, your heart is still strong enough to feel.

The war with the Simpkins will never end not until Abubakar Salem Ale surrender to the Arland Soldiers and give what is due to the people of Simpkins the right, life, livelihood and wealth that they deserves. Sergeant Herrera was in bed for the third day, no sign of recovery, he still in the stage of coma it's good to know that the mechanical ventilator was disconnected, he is stable all that she's waiting is to get him awake from his deep sleep. Just like the other days she always have a fresh flowers that she put in the vase, she opens the window and pulled the curtain to let the sunlight into his room, the new coffee blend that she put beside his bed and she talks to the Sergeant for a w