Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m s-sorry, man. It wasn't me, I'm just a soldier following orders.” “Oh, you're just a soldier? So I guess I should forgive you for getting my girl kidnapped and sold into the skin trade, you mean? You only condemned an innocent woman, a mother, to torture, trauma, and rape because your'e just a soldier?” My voice begins to crack by the end, and I clench my jaw, struggling to hold on to what little sanity I have left. I’m falling apart at the seams, tears building in my vision. He shakes his head and blubbers, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Someone in the crowd exclaimed. But I signaled everyone to keep quiet by raising my right hand firmly, halfway in the air. “Sir?!” The soldier to my right murmured. “Do not shoot. I repeat, do not shoot!” I spoke sternly, but with a low voice. “Let me talk to him, okay?” I asked my men. They were all taken aback. But I knew it was not because of me. Or because of what I said. It was due to the opponent that made one of my well-trained, physically fit and perfectly able soldier fall down unconscious to the ground that appeared before their eyes.

“Humans ‘are’ cruel. They are even more heartless than demons at times. But you have to remember that good still exists, and the goodness in humanity can exceed more than what an angel could. I’ve seen deranged, horrible people that could not be saved, but I have also seen truly wonderful people walking this life and spreading their good deeds and helping many people.” Torfo mulled over the events that had happened as he listened to Jai’s words. He realized Jai was right. There are good and bad people, and bad people does not always mean that the others are also bad. He also realized that he was being unfair towards Jai all this time. Moreover, Jai didn’t even fight back when he gave him sur

Over two hundred very active and physically strong soldiers are scattered around the field, doing all kinds of fight practice. One man seems taller, stronger and too confident that he stands out among the rest. His long, unusually white hair makes him even more conspicuous. He is quite good-looking, but nothing close to Evan. Not that I would judge someone depending on their looks, but the perfect-looking Prince showed me how cruel and evil some very beautiful people can be. Physical beauty isn't a reflection of someone's heart. "See the man in a leather coat?" The Alpha asks. I would have to be blind not to have noticed him, it's the same man I am been looking at. His fellow soldiers seem t

The clicking of the gun as the soldier cocks the gun and points it in my direction distracts me from my mission. “Step away from the sink.” The man says smugly, so proud of himself that he had seen through my plans. I hold my hands up in surrender as I move slowly away from the sink. “You don't need to do this. Don't you have a family? Kids? A daughter? Would you wish this on her?” I ask, trying to appeal to his humane side. “Pfft. Stop trying so hard, if not I might just believe this is your first time taking a cock into your mouth.” The soldier says with a smirk.

"If you want to execute them later, fine but I won't let them bleed out while I watch." The young soldier caught my wrist as I finished with his comrade. "Why?" I met his eyes. "Because every life is worth saving." It was also because I knew what it was like to be a pawn. To have no choice in who you became or who you served. These soldiers weren't monsters—they were just people who'd ended up on the wrong side, the way I'd almost ended up married to one. The third enemy soldier had a broken leg, bone visible through the skin. I set it as best I could, splinted it with scraps of wood, and moved on.

she couldn't help to feel envious of her friend. Kenny set his eyes on the man reading some papers. “Isn't he the famous " Perfect Soldier?” mused Kenny. This is the first time that he is seeing him this close. He only saw some close up photos of him, and at the barracks he didn’t have the privilege to be near him. Never was this guy seen not working. “So, what is he doing here?” thought Kenny. "You're awake," Francois said, looking at Marianne. Kenny wants to get up to give the respectable man a salute but he couldn’t move his legs.

The skin of his palm smelled of copper and dried herbs. "W…What are you doing?" I stammered, my heart leaping. "Let go..." "Let's get one thing straight, child," the soldier whispered, his face inches from mine, his dark eyes glittering with a predatory gaze that made me tremble. "I didn't risk my life here, and I didn't spend my private money on these medicines, because I am a good person. I don't give a damn about your suffering and I obviously don't care that your father is a coward or that your stepmother is a harpy bitch."

“Why do you want to be an EMT?” Tim cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I was a medic in the Army, and I loved it. I’d like to pursue that path in civilian life.” “Honorable discharge?” “Yes sir, a medical separation. I was wounded in Afghanistan.” John leaned back in his chair. “It sounds to me like you weren’t happy about being discharged.” “No, sir, I wasn’t. I’d planned to retire from the Army twenty years from now. But it is what it is.” “I wasn’t either when it happened to me,” the program director confided. “I was in the Marines. And like you, I planned on being a career man. But small arms fire during Desert Storm altered my path.”

"The man's defied odds again and again. He seems to have a natural charisma that makes you believe you can defy all odds along side him." "You sound as though you respect the man." One of the other soldiers snapped. "Honestly... I do respect him." The one soldier admitted. "I had the honor of fighting along side him and The Black Guard during the war. We had been surrounded, and the man himself led a charge to break through enemy lines. The lack of fear, and destructive prowess of the man has the power to leave you in awe." "He's a traitor! You remember that right?" "Well yes that's what we were told.... But that broadcast-"