Holiday The Soldier Never Off Duty Novels & Stories

Started pulling down boxes from the top shelf. Old tournament trophies. Photos. Random stuff I'd shoved up there when I moved in. A napkin fell out of one of the boxes. White. Wrinkled. Writing in black pen. The Mel's Diner napkin. Our pact. I picked it up. Unfolded it carefully. The paper was soft from being folded and unfolded so many times. **THE HOLIDATE PACT** *Rules:* *1. Holidays only* *2. No feelings* *3. No expectations*

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.

For seven days, I didn't even bother to open the work group chat, so I missed all her passive-aggressive swipes at me. "Young people these days have such bad attitudes. They can't even handle the simplest tasks." When I showed up at the office after the holidays, acting as if nothing had happened, she lost it. At the morning meeting, she turned it into a full-blown interrogation and called me out by name, questioning, "Why didn't you answer my calls during the Thanksgiving holidays? I had work for you." I stared at her, looking genuinely confused. "You said it yourself that it was the holidays. That's my time off, so whether I answer the calls or not is my choice."

Only then did Laura understand that he should have something else in the army. Laura and Smith entered the room, Madam Elmer's eyes were sharp and she said, "Huh", was that Robert just now? Why haven't you left yet? No wonder he didn't even say hello. It turned out that he had already agreed to leave, and the old lady and the others didn't mind. Later, Laura realized that Sheng Jun had always had the custom of the commander-in-chief to greet the soldiers on New Year's Eve. Robert accompanies Commander Elmer. This year, Commander Elmer can't go, so he will do it for him.

"Maya, welcome. I'm glad you're here." Then he was gone, disappearing toward the stairs. I watched him go, seeing the tension in his shoulders, the way he moved just a little too fast. Like he was escaping. "He's been so weird lately," Sophie said. "Working too hard, probably." Melissa gave me a look I couldn't quite read. Like she'd seen something. After dinner, everyone migrated to the living room for a movie. I sat through thirty minutes before claiming exhaustion. Sophie hugged me goodnight. "I'm so happy you're here. This is going to be the best Christmas."

“HOLD YOUR FIRE! STAND DOWN! He’s with us!” The shooting ceased. The hall fell into a tense, ringing silence. Northstar lowered his hand. The barrier faded. He looked around at the assembled soldiers, their weapons still trained on him, and let out a dry chuckle. “Guess that’s how you welcome someone to your abode. Charming.” Amy rushed to Elliot’s side. “Are you alright, sir?” “I’m alright,” Elliot said, waving her off, his eyes fixed on Northstar. Arnold lowered his weapon, his face a mask of professional apology. “Sorry for the misunderstanding, Mr. Harvard. We were following breach protocol.”

Callie couldn’t help but notice how his uniform fit snugly, accentuating his strong physique. ‘Good morning,’ Callie said. ‘Are you here to pick us up?’ The young soldier jumped out of the vehicle and saluted smartly. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ he replied, introducing himself as Private First Class Jonas Hoover. He politely requested to see their identification, and Callie promptly handed over her ID and transfer papers. Jonas inspected the documents thoroughly, ensuring everything was in order. ‘Welcome, Doctor Hawthorne and Miss Goldman,’ he said warmly. ‘I apologise for the slight delay. I was supposed to pick you up at the airport, but unforeseen circumstances held me up.’

Let's go! When they were about to reach the lounge, a green military figure blocked them all of a sudden. The man had stiff eyebrows and a forceful aura, especially those cold eyes of his. The young soldier's heart immediately trembled as he greeted him, "Chief, good afternoon." "You have no business here. Leave." Luke's tone seemed to be filled with displeasure. The soldier immediately bowed, but before he left, he did not forget to take another look at Maureen, who waved at him, "Thank you, goodbye."

“And you’re also a good dad, like mine.” Boyle smiled, easing the tension from moments before. “Thanks, buddy!” He said. “Do you know who I am?” Joseph nodded. “You are the President”, he replied. “You make people happy at home.” “Really?” Boyle asked, intrigued. “And have you seen the happy people in their houses?” Joseph nodded again. “Yes”, he said. “When the soldiers arrived they made their families happy in their homes, because they weren’t going to shoot more, nor were they going to shoot more.”

Cruise Fourth of July "Do you need my help?" I ask Tank as I sit around a patio table at his parent's house. The entire MTF and their families have descended upon their pool, and have taken over their bar-b-cue. Somehow all of us got the afternoon and night off. Many of us worked the early morning and previous overnight hours, so there's some tired faces but we're all extremely happy to be spending this holiday together. "Nah, I got it." He closes the lid to the grill and heads back into the kitchen.