The Military Rebel

The Military Rebel
Copyright all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
Smashwords Edition


Andrew looked at the next soldier as he passed. He looked all stiff, as though there was a pole up his backside. He laughed a little, however then someone else grumbled and he quit giggling. Andrew looked to the wall until he could calm himself. He was so tired that he almost wanted to go to sleep. However he knew he would stay awake. The tiredness was only in his mind. His body was alert. He had taken a pill to keep himself up, and it worked like a charm.

“I love these little pills;” he thought as he glared at the wall paper and didn't see a single blur. “This is great;” he thought before he turned and saw a commander.

Andrew saluted. The commander nodded and walked on. Andrew felt his heart murmur. He had felt it to be a very commanding salute. However the commander had tossed it away. He narrowed his eyes as he glared at a spot. He didn't like to have a salute go to waste. However he would have to leave it.

Andrew looked to the desk and saw a slip of paper. He took it and folded it. He then stuffed it inside of his pocked. On its face had a range of crazy digits; he thought it looked important enough to take. Andrew walked outside. He then found a quiet spot in order to rip the paper to shreds. After a while he dug a hole, and then he stuffed the paper inside. Andrew stood up, and then he stomped on the hole until it looked like normal earth. He then gave a salute, snickered, and walked away. He felt a whole lot better.


Andrew spent the afternoon in detention. He had no idea how someone had seen him do what he did, but they had. The paper had been unearthed, the commanders had groaned, and then they had called him up for detention. He was to sit and whistle in a lone room as the other soldiers worked their bodies to the full. After a while it felt rather comforting. It was then that Andrew began to feel as though he had made himself a bed.

“What's wrong with detention?” he questioned as he began to fidget. “It's not so bad;” he said before he looked ahead and saw a pen on the table.

Andrew wanted to grab it. However he didn't want to. The commanders might have planted it there. They might have put a bomb inside of it, or they might be using it to bust him again. Andrew grew scared, however after a while he grew used to the pen. That was when he decided to pick it up.


Andrew got up and walked across the room to the pen. He picked it up, and then he pocketed it. After he had saluted to the wall he then moved back to where he had been sitting. It was then he began to fidget with the pen; he even found a patch of wall to draw on. He wrote his initials in fancy lettering. He didn't know why, but he felt as though it were the right thing to do. He whistled as he did it. A portion of his brain grew warm, and he found more comfort inside of the special realm where he was able to day dream. After a while he began to smile, and that was when he was able to place the pen onto the ground and kick it away.

“There;” Andrew smiled as he leaned back. “Now I've made a difference;” he said before he looked away.


Andrew saw a person walk inside of the room. He watched the person - it was a female and she looked all high and mighty. He guessed she was some kind of daughter to someone important. She looked at the pen, smiled, and she picked it up.

“I thought I had lost you;” she muttered before she pursed it.

Andrew watched as the female packed her belonging. Then he watched as she turned her head towards the door. He shuffled a little in order to make a sound. The female gasped and turned her head. She saw Andrew and dropped her jaw.

“Are you new here?” she asked.

“No;” said Andrew as he chuckled.

“You shouldn't be in here;” she muttered.

“I think I should;” told Andrew in a manner that made the female feel chilled.

“But this is not the cadets room;” told the female.

“Really?” muttered Andrew as he began to smile.

“That would mean you are...” the female stopped, and then she trembled; she had found a new figure to be her friend. “Do you want something to eat?” she asked as she looked Andrew up and down.

“Sure;” told Andrew as he smiled.

“Then come with me, we shall grab a bite while the barbecue is warm;” she sung as she smiled.

“Okay;” muttered Andrew before he stood and followed the female out of the room.


Andrew followed the female to the staff room. It was empty as they entered and he felt safe. He was wandering where they were going ever since she opened a special door with a special key. He had never been allowed in the private area before, and he found it rather exciting.

Andrew grew comfortable in a chair. He sat as he began to grow used to the place. He found a cigar near the chair and he bothered to put it inside of his mouth. It seemed like a good one, with a fancy gold leaf paper around its middle. He began to pretend to smoke, and as the female turned around with sandwiches she laughed.

“You want to light it?” she asked.

“No;” muttered Andrew before he took the cigar out of his mouth and pocketed it. “I'll have one of those;” he muttered.

“Yeah;” told the female before she sat down with the plate in hand.


Andrew took a sandwich and began to eat. The food was chilled and cold but good, and he gobbled a couple fast. The female giggled, and then she laughed. A few commanders came in however, and Andrew gulped down his second last bite.

“Hello there;” told one commander who knew Andrew was supposed to be in detention. “What's with the company?” he asked as he looked to the female who he knew to be Anne.

“I found him, isn't he nice?” she muttered as she smiled and chewed on a sandwich in a manner that made her feel nervous.


Suddenly Andrew didn't seem so important, and she almost wanted to run. Anne narrowed her eyes as the other commander gave Andrew a long stare. He knew he wasn't geared up in enough medals to be a real commander, and he saw Andrew crumble as he continued to become glared at. Andrew turned sullen, and he turned away before he threw away the last of his morsel.

“Eat up, and have a good time;” advised Anne before she petted Andrew on the shoulder.


Andrew smiled. His gut had the willies, and he didn't feel like cheering up. However he picked up the morsel and another sandwich and he began to chew. Anne smiled as she rubbed his shoulder. Then she turned her head in order to look at the other commanders as they leaned on the bench and shared a couple of drinks. They were chilled drinks, and Anne almost wanted to break open the liquor they stored in the cupboard. She had never felt so out of place.


“Thanks for the lunch;” told Anne as she showed Andrew to the door.

“Thanks for the admittance;” told Andrew in a shy tone.


Anne smiled as she looked to Andrew. She didn't know who he was, however she wanted to kiss him goodbye. She had been made a laughing stock. The more chiefs who walked inside, the more humid the area felt. She felt as though she were a fool. Her eyes were so wet she was sure they were more blue. She felt drab and weak inside as though she had just sold herself for a lay. She couldn't help but chuckle.

“I fell like I have fallen for you;” she muttered as she tossed her head to the side.

“Really?” asked Andrew.. “You really think?” he inquired.

“I want to kiss you goodbye;” she muttered as she felt her heart turn weak.

“Okay;” told Andrew before he gushed.


Andrew leaned forward in a manner that brought his face closer to Anne's. Anne smiled - her lips quivered but she couldn't do it. She couldn't kiss his face which she was expected to be a proud one. She pursed her lips and kissed his brow. It was a little warm, but that's where she wanted to put it. She then smiled and waved.

“Till another day perhaps;” she muttered as she moved to turn away.


Andrew gasped and moved up to her in a manner that made Anne gasp. It was then he moved to kiss her. He did it in a manner that made it easy. He was sure he didn't know much but he knew how to kiss. He was right. Anne smiled as she broke away, and then she grew weak. She moved back to kiss him a couple more times, but the grunt from a commander made her gasp and tear away. Andrew looked to the commander and saw a lot of medals. The commander gave him the stiff eye, and he walked past as Anne disappeared behind the door. Soon the door was closed and Andrew was no longer able to flirt.

“Oh well” Andrew muttered before he turned around in order to walk away. “What a great detention;” he said before he moved to walk out of the building.


Andrew spent two more days in another detention. The news had gotten around that he had sneaked out in order to play around in the staff room. Andrew had thus gained two stiff days of standing in a room. His feet ached, but he was not allowed to sit. Someone watched him this time, and he trembled inside of his bones as he waited for his chance to leave.


After two days he was given a new order. He was going to go to Germany where there was a snow storm and ice on the street. Andrew chuckled as he thought he wasn't equipped for such a move. However what he thought didn't matter. He was moved, and this time a throng of new people moved with him.

“Is this right?” asked Andrew as he looked around and saw people who looked as though they were heading for deaths door by birth-rite. “What the hell! I am in training, and all these look like real soldiers!” he sulked before he huddled into a corner and then began to shiver inside of his skin.


Andrew sulked through movements in Germany. One morning he found himself trying out a big gun, the next he was standing alone in the freezing snow until his bones turned crisp. The weather was bad. He didn't want to be there any longer. He even had to take a sip of brandy a few times a week in order to stop his bones from turning to ice. Andrew sulked and stormed. Eventually he found a way to break free from his duty in order to hop across to other places in Europe. However when he was retrieved he was put into detention. He was always hanging around after a while, and that was when he was given a new order. To sit until the boat rolled in. He was going to be taken home after being expelled.


Andrew couldn't believe his luck. He counted the hours as he sat. The days were longer and shorter at the same moment. Then one day he saw someone new. It was a bug eyed chief. He shook his hand and invited him to dinner. Andrew did so, and he began to eat. The bug eyed creature and his family looked hard as Andrew picked through his meal. After a while they left him with their kid. It was then Andrew began to grow bored.

“I can't wait! I am going home!” he muttered as he smiled.

“Where to?” asked the daughter named Hannah.

“Home, America;” told Andrew as he smiled.

“I like America;” told Hannah. “It is good;” she said.

“I know;” muttered Andrew before he looked away.

“It is good;” told Hannah before she smiled a big old smile.


Andrew looked to Hannah. He knew that kind of smile, and it was very pleasing to the eye. However then he looked her up and down, and he knew she seemed a little young to be smiling all mature. Andrew raised his brows as though he didn't notice, and then he lowered them as Hannah began to giggle a little. There was a little bit of wet in her tone, and it made Andrew almost want to hug her.

“So you want to do something?” asked Andrew as he glared as she began to blush inside of her eyes. “I don't mind what you want;” he said in a tone that was most sober.

Hannah glared at Andrew and then she shivered. He looked nice. He was nice and tall. He wasn't bug-eyed. She enjoyed his looks. However she didn't know what to say. She wanted to have sex with him, and she knew she was too young for it.

“I want to ask for something I am too young for;” she muttered before she shrugged and began to play with a comb.

“I don't mind;” told Andrew as he winked inside of his blood.

He already knew she had grown a flame for him. He didn't mind.

“You want me to undress?” he asked in a tone that was low and sleazy.

Hannah laughed and wrinkled her nose. She didn't want to see him unclothed. Like all men they looked like shaved cats, all weird and not so handsome. She didn't want to see too much of his skin. So she flicked her head from side to side.

“I don't like naked men;” she told him.

“Are you sure? Cause I have muscle;” told Andrew as he thought about the stomach muscles he had developed when swallowing a couple of pills with alcohol.

“Well you could show me your downstairs muscle;” told Hannah as she let her eyes grow wide from being so forward. “I know what to do with it;” she muttered as she tilted her head.

“You mean”...” muttered Andrew before he placed a hand on his crotch. “This kind of downstairs?” he asked.

“Yeah;” told the female as she smiled.


Andrew looked left and right. Then he narrowed his eyes. He took out his long-john, and then he watched as Hannah crawled up to him. He grasped the chair as she kneeled in front of him and began to suckle. He thought it was queer that she should want to sip on it like it were a straw, however after a while it felt okay. It wasn't until the door opened that there was any fuss. It was then he was escorted from the house, and put in a car that took him to the port at which his departing boat was due to arrive in a mere fifteen hours.

“Going home;” Andrew muttered as the icy wind whipped around him; “Going home;” he muttered as looked at the ice that floated on the face on the water. “As long as I don't freeze, I am going home;” he sung as his blood began to curdle.