Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man Novels & Stories

Jate reach out and gave a hand to the man on the ground. "Are you all right, brother?" From the moment the man looked into Jate's tenacious looking eyes, he could tell that this man was a good man. "Thank you for your concern. I'm alright!" He said gratefully. Jate's chest tightened as his so how this retired veteran tried his best to stand up straight despite being crippled. "You have been wronged, brother." Every time Jate saw a soldier, he was proud of them. Because of their brave hearts to protect and serve the country to keep the safety of the nation's citizen.

Liam let out a cough and berated the troop of soldiers, “Nonsense! Instructor Larson is a highly-skilled master fighter. He’s able to defeat all of you with just a finger, yet you’re still doubting his capabilities!” Next, Liam said to Zayn, “Instructor Larson, this is the nature of these soldiers. They’re convinced that they’re the best in the world, and they’re only willing to receive guidance from capable people. They’re hot-tempered, so please don’t lower yourself to their level.” Liam’s statement sounded like he was scolding the soldiers, yet in truth, he was only doing it for their own good. He tried to explain that they had vigorous temperaments, and that they only prioritized one’s c

If we really want to start over again, we should be honest with each other. “Yes,” I answered, leaning on the closed door. “What’s in her, Blake? She’s nothing but ordinary,” She wiped her tears. I pressed my lips, wanting to correct her. Tara is far from ordinary. She may not have all the riches in the world, but her heart is full. The love and sacrifices she had for her family, the pride of working hard for every cent she would spend, the contagious smile and laughter she shared with everyone... I could list down more just to prove to Sadie she was wrong about Tara.

Then he came down again and moved to the back of the carriage, walking with a proud gait. "What's his problem?" I asked now. And father smirked. I could see the smile on his face as he didn't expect me to ask the question. Yet I was happy that I finally did. "Don't mind him Myra..." he smiled. "He's just one of the best of us..." he said, bopping his brows. "A soldier, and a ruthless bloodhound he is..." he added, turning sideways now. "He hates weaklings and would puke at the thought of holding hands; but the goddess knows he also has the softest heart..."

Someone like him shouldn't be a soldier. I stood up and returned his glare.... "Yes, you make me laugh. Just because you are angry and ashamed by the fact a mere weak woman like me won you fair and square, doesn't mean you should start acting like a weak woman also, and start concocting all kinds of lies. A true man would accept his defeat, then he trains harder and makes sure he never gets defeated ever again. If I had used my powers it would have being clear to seen, not just by everyone but also the general. I guess you are calling everyone on this table including the general blind, right?" I smirked at him, seeing he was obviously sweating in fear. "What! No... I'm not..." He stuttered l

He gently reassured her, ‘Callie, you don’t have to sacrifice anything for me. Leaning in, he kissed her chapped but warm lips, softly brushing away the tears at the corners of her eyes. He understood the depth of her love for him but feared that his feelings might hurt her. He had always been a man of decisiveness, eschewing hesitation. But now, deeply in love, he grappled with the agonizing realization that love could leave him with no choice. A thought crossed his mind—what if he weren’t a soldier, but an ordinary person?

From where she was, she could see God's perfect sculpture. Caraline couldn't deny that the man in front of her was captivating. The carvings of his face, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, skin tone, and beady eyes that so captivated her were priceless masterpieces. But she knew perfection belongs solely to God. The paralysis in Deric's leg was like a black spot on the charm the man had to offer. Once again, Caraline had to say that Deric was like an angel with broken wings. "How long are you going to look at me like that?" Deric smiled faintly. "Don't you have to go to work? I don't want you to be late."

Faith said in a reproachable tone. "I am sorry ma'am, I was made in war, thus once a soldier, always a soldier, I don't know enjoyment or compliment, and that is why I am like this." Jude replied still in his most casual tone. Alexis nod her head. “Hmmmmm, he was a soldier.” Alexis said to herself, she smiled more evily, because more evil thought just filled her mind, just that she managed to concealed it, such that people don’t see the viciousness in her.

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

“Thank you…” He nodded. “It was the right thing to do,” he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Why do you help us?” Another soldier asked. “We’ve been nothing but cruel to you since you’ve arrived, and yet you still help us…” “Because it’s the right thing to do,” I say, echoing Conner’s words. The soldier nodded, his expression also softening. “Well, we are lucky to have you here, and thank you for putting up with our bullshit.”