The Military Rebel
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
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.