Urban Soldier Novels & Stories

Their life is harder just because of the never ending war between the Arland Soldiers and Sans Serif terrorist here in Simpkins. She walks away from the place of the explosion, she needs to breathe and think for a while, she don't want to cry in front of them and she feels, ashamed if she sees Sergeant Herrera crying again. She tries not to cry, but she can't control her tears falling down to her cheeks and this moment she thinks about their friends who has been heading here too, where are they at this moment and how is their life been going through. She back to the Place of North Simpkins and the soldiers is busy in building the tents for the temporary shelter of the people of the North Sim

I will return to you shortly, when this war is over. Love, Jaris He quickly stuffed the letter in an envelope and dropped it in the post box on the way to drill. It had not taken even a full day for Will and the rest of the Union men coming out of Lamar to locate their regiment of Union soldiers in camp near the Spring River, just a ways south of Barton County. He had taken to camp life very quickly, made several friends, and didn’t even mind the drills they practiced over and over. The long days helped to keep his mind off of his brother, his sister, and Miss Cordia Pike. His sergeant, Teddy Bolder, had commented on his very first day in camp that Will was a natural as a soldier. He said he

Something crazy. Luton found himself wishing that Sandral Usmos would return. Not because he liked her, but because she was sane. It was then, as if summoned by Luton's thoughts, that the acting governor arrived. Not immediately, but behind a screen of security troops, all drawn from the militia. They were heavily armed, wore black body armor, and seemed to know what they were doing. Then, with the security troops in place, Usmos arrived. He wore the jet-black uniform of a general in the militia. It was a rank he had conferred upon himself, and, given the fact that Luton remained a colonel, rated a salute.

A few cross-country vehicles opened a path through the city and spread out in all directions. Vroom, vroom, vroom! The sound of car engines revving was heard. Adrian sat quietly in one of the cross-country vehicles. He gazed at the well-developed Novemton through the car’s window and felt emotions well up in his chest. Meanwhile, a strong wind was felt and soldiers showed up around him one by one. “Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Steel and his troop reporting. Please instruct us, sir!” A man, dressed in a military outfit, said respectfully when he appeared before Adrian.

I moved fast towards them with one in the tow behind me as we both picked up the two injured and dragged them back into the safety. I saw a guy dragging out a knife behind my team members back as he was about to stab him. Wasting no time, I pulled my rifle and shoot him down. The bullets were flying all around us and slowly but surely we held our ground. But the problems started sometime later. Seems as there were more and more men coming as they shoot back at us, making us trapped. Thankfully we all were soldiers, trained for all kinds of situations, but what they never train you is how not to feel betrayal.

I feel really bad for him. I had finished parking the car at the garage, removed the key and wanted to come out when I noticed two huge men in the back in black uniforms, and desert combat boots. They must be the Special Forces serving the pack, one of the deadliest sects of the military. They are used to war, they have faced a lot of difficulties from living in the forest and deserted lands for years on the grounds of deployment, with this they have no other choice but to be hardhearted.

Crying children sat next to the only homes they had ever known while their dazed parents tried to console them. “You!” someone snapped behind me. “Move along.” I leisurely turned around to look at the human soldier. “Move along where? The last time I checked this was still a free country.” “This is a classified military site now.” “I didn’t see any signs,” I calmly informed him. The soldier faltered. He leaned in closer. “Are you one of them?” he whispered. I laughed. “One of what?” “You know? A commander. One of those super soldiers.”

“You gonna tell me what happened, kiddo?” “Maybe someday, Dad,” she admitted. “Maybe someday when it doesn’t hurt so much.” “Fair enough, honey. Just know you can always talk to me.” “I know,” she’d squeezed his hand. “I know, Daddy.” “There’s one thing I feel like you need to know, Sarah.” “What?” Marty hesitated, then looked into her eyes. “I talked to Patrick Fresco yesterday. Tim’s unit deployed to Afghanistan last week.” *** “Are we having fun yet?” Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode.

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 though in my mind and gulped down my own saliva. The instant my eye’s fell on army ground I saw this heavy muscular soldiers busy practicing fighting, sword fighting, push up, pull up and all sort of exercise one can think of, they were wearing nothing but a simple long leather trouser and boots while their entire upper body was exposed, their muscular chest and body muscle were extremely frightening, their skin looked tanned, I assumed it was because of their heavy work out in this hot sun, almost every soldier was having bearded and messy hairs, I was lost in admiring well maintained physic of solders when “This way …..” Person who escorted me inside on army ground said