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

“Shinji left our hometown thirteen years ago and never contacted us again. Not even when our mother got sick was I able to find out about his location. Then yesterday I receive a police call telling me about the accident and that, as his only relative, I must be here as soon as possible to handle a bunch of legal matters. Since then, I have only slept for a few hours and I still have a bunch of things to take care of here before I can continue with my life.” My conversations with Boss were always frivolous, consisting of jokes, ramen and dumb complains about my job. The only times he ever spoke about his private life was whenever he was telling stories about his time working as an executive.

“Cam’s like platoon commander. A real war hero.” “Hero. Right.” Cam concentrated on peeling the label off his beer bottle. “Eatin’ sand, gettin’ shot at, arrestin’ soldiers, filin’ a million fuckin’ reports, patrollin’ hopin’ I don’t get shot at some more, serious hero shit there.” No one said anything while the waitress brought another round.

“Are you friends with her and her husband?” He gave a vague sort of nod. “More or less, I suppose,” he relented. “Her husband and I serve in the same division, so I’ve seen her at the occasional event.” Instantly, my curiosity piqued. So—my first impression of him had been correct! “You’re a soldier,” I breathed, turning in my chair to face him head-on. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your service on the border. Everyone here is safe because of your heroic actions.”

"My husband and my Brother. They were both in service together. After their second deployment, me and my Husband, Theo, got married and then during his fourth deployment, I got the news that Theo had been in an accident and so had my son, My son survived the accident, but once he got to the hospital and gave me a weak smile before surgery he never made it off the table" "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," I say, feeling the burn in my eyes. My vision is always wavy when I come here. I can't always make a trip here because it's almost 40 hours away so we make a good trip to come by every few months to get all of our worries and stress out of the way, I have been here when they have done a 21-Gun-Salute

"Sir, I'm ordered to ensure your safety." "Thank you," Chad replied, looking at the two cars and slowly walking toward them. "Old man, weren't you always tough in a fight? Yet here you are, lying down already. You should've taken it easy at your age," Chad murmured, feeling a lump in his throat. "Junior brother, your son is getting married. Why couldn't you wait until then?" Just then, a soldier on the plane shouted, "Someone's lost it again!" Chad looked out the window and saw a soldier having a breakdown, screaming and shouting frantically. The sight of a battle-hardened soldier breaking down made Chad shudder at the thought of how brutal the firmament must be.

Jason might have fucked someone on there and no amount of shit disinfectant would change that. “And I’m guessing for you guys?” “Yes” “Do the guys come here to train?” “No” “For vacation then?” “We don’t do vacations” Not with the kind of work we did, vacations meant losing your guard and any motherfucker would take advantage of that to kill you before you enjoyed the sunrise or drunk your mocktails and whatever shit people did on vacations. “Right. Military men have no fun, I get it” I turned away from the flames that had kept me sane the whole night she spoke.

“Thank you. For everything. For saving me. For saving him.” He finally looked at her. A tired half-smile tugged at his mouth. “I’m a soldier. It’s what I do. I fight for the people I care about.” His gaze shifted to the doorway, where Maya had just stepped out minutes before. Something flickered in his eyes—something soft, unguarded. Not duty. Not survival. Something else. Leah noticed. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, she felt a flicker of hope that wasn’t tangled with fear.

I said, my voice sounding like a chorus of a thousand whispers. The soldiers stopped. I watched through their own helmet cams as their HUDs began to flicker. I didn't send them a virus. I sent them the ghosts. Inside the helmet of the lead soldier, the tactical display vanished. In its place, he saw a flickering video of a birthday party from 1998. He saw a little girl blowing out candles. He heard her laughter—a sound so out of place in the Siberian night that he stumbled back, clutching his head.

“Someone whose brother was in the army told my friend that they only ate canned beans and then she told me.” He shook his head, still smiling. “That’s not true. It’s just one of the stories soldiers tell people to make the army sound dramatic and intense.” “Are you sure?” “I’m positive. Being in the army doesn’t mean you eat only beans. They need proper nutrients too.” I nodded thoughtfully. “Well… that makes sense.” I hesitated. “If you don’t mind me asking… What unit were you in?” “I was in the 1st SFOD-Delta.”

"We need someone to infiltrate enemy territory and extract a vital piece of intel. You are the best fit for this assignment, but you have the right to refuse." After reading the document, I looked up. "I'll go." "Have you thought it through?" His gaze was deep. "This isn't like the other assignments in the past. There's a very real chance you won't make it back." "I've thought it through," I answered. "My parents didn't expect to come back either." … The night before departure, I went to the flight squadron to do one final inspection. When I walked past the Hall of Honor, I noticed the lights inside were on. Hence, I pushed the door open and went in.