Holiday A Soldier Is Never Off Duty の小説・ストーリー

All the soldiers have both gun and sword as they never can tell which of the two is the one needed in their next mission. Their dressing looks really like that of military, it reminds me of one of my friends in Orleans whose father is a soldier. His father comes to our school once in a section and that once is only when his father get his holiday. My friend's name is Mike, and he said this father always received a forty day holiday every year. Not only his father but all the soldiers and those Soldiers are divided into different groups for each group receives his own Holiday in different months of the year and all the groups makes the army population in thousands.

The drive through the town managed to bring back my happy mood as I excitedly marveled at all the holiday decorations. "Remind me to get sunglasses if I don't want to get blinded by all the holiday lights here," He grumbled. "Sure, I'd put that in my notes app next to the note about you getting a personality transplant," I said sweetly. "Add another note for me to get a six pack of beer. Cause I'm going to have to stay drunk for the next fifteen days to survive this." I nodded in agreement, "perfect, cause I'll need you to be passed out in the pool house to be able to get through the next few days. Your obvious alcohol problem would make the perfect explanation for our eventual divorce."

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?’

"Don't be so angry. Children don't know this. Ester made sure they were asleep. It's 2 in the morning already, Veronica. We are the only ones awake with the soldiers here." "What? Does Ester know you are going to get drunk?” He chuckled. He shook his head while his smile was still on his lips. "Ester knows this, and even daddy does it when he's here. This day is the favorite of those who work at the orphanage. This is their only time to rest and bond." “I can't believe this. I mean, I don't believe you." I walked to where Ester's tent was. I saw them having a good time together. My shoulder dropped. I turned to Kalvis.

The lives of the WDF soldiers are as much as possible cut off from the world-- a pact of which the soldiers have sworn allegiance to; updates fed to the masses are sanitize by the System's owned press, the World Bulletin; and the WDF are prohibited to conduct military activities on land---leave that to the army and the navy. The last rule, Phil and Alec are currently aware, is being disregarded as of the moment. Alec let out a little grin. Hell, he has no problem with 'acting naturally' as Phil said. But talking about acting ordinary, Phil could pose a problem. His weirdness could call for suspicions. He is too edgy. As for Alec, he is finally out of real duty after 7 months. Hell, he thinks

During times like this, everyone put their personal emotions in the backburner, and the whole team took a helicopter to the scene of the accident. After all, they were soldiers... This was their duty to the people of their nation. At usual times, the soldiers guarded the country, to maintain peace for the citizens. And whenever an emergency happened, these soldiers would be the frontliners for rescue missions. Hence, soldiers would usually be given priorities at queues. In the past, Monique did not understand why soldiers would opt to line up at priority queues to purchase train tickets along with pregnant ladies and disabled people. She would even complain silently in her heart, "Soldiers a

The Centurion says as pulls out a piece of paper while standing on top of a crate in view of nearly the entire company. “It’s not right that you men have been sulking around since we got back from that mission. Everywhere I walk I hear men grumbling and speaking ill things about the incoming days and the fear of another war. You’re angry I understand, they told us that the war was over. But apparently it isn’t over for us! For our duty to protect Remas will always be unending! Now I like all of us have been mourning the deaths of our fallen brothers. But now is no longer that time. Now is the time to celebrate our survival! Our fallen would have wanted it! I know the Discipline Vanguards hav

"Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!" When all the soldiers snapped to attention and saluted me, reporters and guests around us went into a frenzy. "Oh my god! He's a First-Class Meritorious Hero!" "I just called him a beggar… I'm such a fool…" The people who'd mocked me moments ago now hung their heads, burning with shame. Velda's face was completely bloodless. It finally dawned on her what kind of man she'd crossed, but now, it was far too late. Gunthar's gaze was sharp as he turned around. "Callan has spent ten years guarding the nation's borders with near-death sacrifices. His family is the family of every soldier in this se

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.”

Asked Adonis. "Yeah promise." Said Austin and Adonis hugged him tightly. Austin Williams is commander of red battle force of the China Army. He joined the army at the age of eighteen. He completed his graduation in military university. He didn't take a break too long from the military base. It became his first home and his parents home became his second home. A military soldier could have two months of holidays in a year. They could have them together or separately. It's Austin's third time taking a holiday. He last came home three years ago. This time he came for a long holiday. His parents pursued him to come home and take long holidays. They had something important to do which needs him a