Novel & Cerita Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man

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.”

“I’m not trying to blame anyone. I’m just pointing out the facts. What we did wrong and what could have been done differently. And if anyone were to be blamed then it would have to be me. I should have tried harder.” “No one is blaming anyone nor are they stressing over what could have been done differently. Does that change anything? We acknowledge what happened and we move on. You are one of our youngest soldiers and should not have experienced that so early on. But as I said, it’s a part of the life of a soldier. So don’t beat yourself up about it and get some rest.”

"That's not what I said. I don't like men in that sense." "Then why have you never slept with women? You are a martial artist master. You've been a soldier for months or years. You are a scholar. This is also one of the qualities that men pride themselves on. Even I have slept with women. It's so odd to me that you are such a prude, great general." "You should watch what you say. There is no knowing who is listening to us. We are not in friendly territory where it will be laughed when you make jokes with your coarse humor. It's not as ladylike as I would like in the wife I bring with me to war."

He looked at Adrian silently. "What else do you want to say?" Adrian asked again, but the man remained silent. He knew he had messed with the wrong person, but he could not bring himself to beg for mercy. "No begging for mercy, huh? Then I shall give you a lesson!" Adrian said. Remaining silent under the overwhelming pressure of his energy was not an easy feat. The fact he did not beg for mercy made Adrian look at him with a higher regard. Just when he was about to let the man go, another voice echoed. "Who dares to fight with my soldiers? Have you received my permission to discipline my soldiers?"

It only makes sense if the building connects to their tunnel system. A large group of soldiers drills on the west side of camp, their young faces eager to impress even though death is imminent. I don't know why Marinah saved the red stripe who attacked us. She sometimes hesitates when she kills and it's dangerous. It's her human side which was warped for too many years. I open the heavy steel door at the entrance to the small building. A soldier almost runs into me. He's a foot shorter, in his twenties, and focused elsewhere. "Pardon me, sir." He salutes. I give him the expected response, and he continues on.

I said as I reached into the box and handed a solider two magazines for his shotgun before moving onto the next, "Usually I look for improvement. Today, I want perfection." As I handed him his ammunition one of the soldiers looked up at me and I briefly made eye contact. I vaguely recognised him from enrollment out of the junior training programme and into the army a few weeks ago meaning he had only just turned 17. His face was youthful and his eyes nervous and jumpy. He was just a boy stood amongst all the other men. I reached into the box and handed him an extra round. "With hard work and practice, you will get there," I said to the army but looking him in the eye with a reassuring smile.

I held my breath and leaned in closer, pressing my ear near the door of the stall. The second man snorted. “You need to stop hyping them up like they're gods. Those boys have never even been through real war. They’re pampered soldiers, nothing more.” Bullshit. I rolled my eyes. That man clearly hadn’t read the classified files. The Apex boys were carved from hell and tempered in blood. Every single one of them had more field combat scars and kill records than anyone I know of. But I recognized the tone. Classic inferiority complex.

It was not something to be proud of. "You were mad. Manic even. You took satisfaction by beating down your enemies all because they hurt a friend," he leaned back and smiled. "Any genuine soldier will find that quite remarkable. It's not every day you bump into a kid who has the heart and composition worthy of becoming a soldier without undergoing all the necessary training. No one's born a soldier. They are honed. Created even. And then there's this self-sacrificing characteristic of yours which is so admirable it makes me sick. But still admirable." "What? You're a fan of mine now?" I asked mockingly.

What should have been a hardened expression from the leader fell when the other soldier’s heads slightly bowed down. “He was in our squad originally. Alvis Clayton was a capable soldier. He was the best both physically and intellectually. We do remember some instances where he spoke of you. But that’s all we thought, just a regular guy idolizing an actress.” Andrea shouldn’t care about that man’s background. But she had to know. If it meant making her understand and come to terms with his actions, then she will listen to whatever harrowing story was being told. “Then what happened?”