The Soldier

By wayne pope

an Iraq injured soldier that is medically rehabilitated from near death before he is released back into the civilian world. He take it upon himself to clean up his neighborhood making himself a modernized Robin Hood but his demonic psychological mental frame of mind believe that he can talk to God while promising the Devil that he will send all his demons back to hell. His super strength come from a secret government experiment that make him indestructible to normal death as he escape a misguided General that wants him taking apart piece by peace as he lives on the run. America come to his aide with time

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503515758

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THE SOLDIER

wayne pope

Copyright © 2014 by wayne pope.

Library of Congress Control Number:      2014920162

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5035-1574-1

      Softcover      978-1-5035-1576-5

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Contents

Previous Novels

Dedication

Chapter One:    Armory

Chapter Two:    The Verdict

Chapter Three:    Mommas House

Chapter Four:    Racheal

Chapter Five:    Last Salute

Chapter Six:    Tra-Loc

Chapter Seven:    The Club

Chapter Eight:    Fallen Angel

Chapter Nine:    Ms. Martinez

Chapter Ten:    Ebony

Chapter Eleven:    The Rescue

Chapter Twelve:    Home Sweet Home

Chapter Thirteen:    Officer Norwood

Chapter Fourteen:    Candi

Chapter Fifteen:    Gangster Midnight

Chapter Sixteen:    Smooth D*Ck Smooth

Chapter Seventeen:    City Drama

Chapter Eighteen:    Heavenly Devilish Panties

Chapter Nineteen:    Creator Of All

Chapter Twenty:    Sexual Desirers

Chapter Twenty One:    Mr. Bates

Chapter Twenty Two:    Flash Back

Chapter Twenty Three:    Young Prostitute

Chapter Twenty Four:    Cities Finest

Chapter Twenty Five:    Community Hospital

Chapter Twenty Six:    The Game

Chapter Twenty Seven:    Ptsd

Chapter Twenty Eight:    Transported

Chapter Twenty Nine:    The General Brunson

Chapter Thirty:    The Escape

Chapter Thirty One:    Home Invasion

Chapter Thirty Two:    Gorilla B*Tches

Chapter Thirty Three:    The Morgue

Chapter Thirty Four:    United State Army

Chapter Thirty Five:    Devil Vow

Chapter Thirty Six:    Pimping Big Willie Red Beard

Chapter Thirty Seven:    The Ball

Chapter Thirty Eight:    Old Tymer.

Chapter Thirty Nine:    Police Chief

Chapter Forty:    Gangster Crazy Loc

Chapter Forty One:    Tammy

Chapter Forty Two:    The Priest

Chapter Forty Three:    Night Of Passion

Chapter Forty Four:    Death Within Darkness

Chapter Forty Five:    Betrayal

Chapter Forty Six:    Secrecy

Chapter Forty Seven:    General Ronald Totress

B ecome Something Greater Than What You Are

Before You Leave This World in Death.

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May God bless every life he allows to enter his world for we all have one thing in common and that is sharing this planet together

Family

DEDICATION

† Rest in Peace Dedication †

God knew you before your Birth.

May he know you by his side in the After-Life?

For we are all his Children’s.

My Prayer to All Gods Children’s

My’ Dad…Jake Pope…May your Soul R.I.P

My’ Mom…Pearl Rose Robinson…May your Soul R.I.P

My’ Grand Mother and Father…May your Souls R.I.P

My’ Step Dad…Carlee Peeples…May your Soul R.I.P

My’ Aunties n Uncles n Cousin’s…May your Souls R.I.P

All my Fallen Soldiers and Friends…Rest In Peace

Special Dedication Brother n Sisters

Mrs. George’ Annie Kay Richardson

Mrs. Ron ‘Linda Faye Adam

Mrs. Charles Yolanda Pope…Lt. Charles. A. Pope…USMC

Ms. Jackie Eileen Pope

Mr. William Jake Pope

Mrs. Carl’ Wendy Renae Dixon…..…Cpl. Carl …USMC

Mrs. Jerry Allen Tamika Davenport…R.I.P Jerry Allen Pope

………My favorite Cousin…Lupe May Wilburn……

Extra Special Dedication

Wayne Anthony Pope Jr. Nicholas Cole Pope

Zavion Armad Pope Jonathan Joshua Pope

My Children’s…love each of you from Birth

Prince n Princess

Lacreashia Shantel Pope…U.S. Navy

Wayne Anthony Pope Sr.…U.S. Army

Monique Nicole Pope

Nicholas Cole Pope

Zavion Armad Pope

Ayla Amaya Pope

Jonathan Joshua Pope

Grace Tyra Booth Pope

CHAPTER ONE

Armory

Born 12 March 2012 1300

God knows my Ability

I return home knowing all that I’ve stood for and respected is now in the past, throne away almost shaking while thinking about what I just done.

"What did I just do while listening to time tick away from my cheaply made clock.

There wasn’t much to do now but try and get some sleep because of morning drill, I felt nervous from the moment I gotten out of bed. Fear buried in me as I now stood awaiting first formation while SFC Santana holding his shiny new clipboard that he walks around with like if it was made of gold.

‘’Formation’’ SFC. Santana shouted.

His voice echoed, we stood waiting knowing this man had a low tolerance for ignorance, it funny how the military can take the nerdiest kid straight from his mom tit and groom him into America melting pot of cultures. Some think Boot Camp is where discipline begin but they are wrong, it your unit but who am I to have such an opinion. This institution is greater than any man who walks this earth an im just another invisible n*gga in this man military who is learning to play this game of forever change. Even more so in this Mexican Army that I’m assigned to, maybe it’s good in many ways because it make me obsolete.

If I feel disrespected in anyway I will fix the problem on the spot before it escalated giving me no control. I continue to listen for my name to call.

Hey are you ok? Sgt. Uribe ask.

I said nothing back hoping this racist bastard mind his own business while glancing at the front door that had been open, the early morning blowing wind was nice.

Sgt Pope! ‘Are you ok?"

I continue ignoring him but maybe it was easier to say, im ok and the one thing I had no intention on seeing pulled up outside. Wondering what they wanted as I stood quietly watching there every movement while boiling inside. The embarrassment alone would be more than devastation if I handcuff and taking out of here watching the passenger slowly opening. It was like they knew exactly why they were here but maybe I was just thinking too much and needed to relax.

He slowly walk while the other cop was on the radio maybe calling for assistance, none of this was looking good to me. It had only taking a second before his hazard lights were now flashing up a storm, we could see vehicles slowing to see what was going on before continuing. I guess what done in the dark was about to be expose as he made his way inside looking around causing me to think. SFC Santana greeted him after placing us at attention forcing us into silence as I tried to concentrate on what was being said, it seem like hours but less then a minutes has actually gone by now.

Another patrol car showed up, the sight alone made me nervous knowing I had to get control of myself. The sight of them shaking hands just before he pointed toward the latrine. It made me feel at ease knowing my heart beated faster than a runaway slave stealing a watermelon as I could see the other cop driving off only told me that the piper don’t get paid.

At Ease. SFC Santana said loudly.

My name had been called twice and I wasn’t even aware until Sgt. Uribe had gotten my attention.

"Here…First Sgt. I shouted.

Sgt Uribe voice his racist opinion, this bastard was showing concern for once remembering when he placed me in that rats infested room because one of his nationality didn’t want to be assigned to it. He was the Squad Leader and this Unit value his opinion because of his combat status but so was I in taco eating unit. I only had one job and that was learning to play the game, maybe I’ll walked away with a retirement when it all said and done.

CHAPTER TWO

The Verdict

I came home that day and this sh*t was just as I predicted making headline news while I listen to his family claimed how devastated and emotional upset they were. When the verdict of him being found not guilty due to inadequate evidence. The entire court booed while the family cheered like if they won the lottery having no sympathy for the victim or her family. Racist unprofessional bustard’s listening to the words coming from them.

Wow is all that came to mind as they continue to praise that worthless bastard while he could have cared less knowing he has change a woman life forever. Silence had come when the Reporter had taking the questions to his parents to a new level.

Is there a doubt that your son committed this hideous crime on Ms. Lashantee Johnson, even though he was not found guilty? Reporter ask.

No words was said, they left aggressively but when the reporters tried to follow, he had been stopped by there body guards. Their fancy car awaited them knowing deep down he was guilty every time I made my way into the courtroom listening whenever I could.

You will be judge for your sinful life. I said.

He said nothing that day but gotten into his car after shoving me away as I watched him leave knowing some peoples have too much money making them ignorant. What was I doing is all I could ask myself, maybe a good nap is all I needed but it didn’t come easy that night. So much pain and death displayed itself before me, this was a new experience invading me like a virus. Destroying me from the inside emotionally and mentally as I gotten up to for a drink having this creepy vibe about my surrounding.

It was as if some ghost or unrested spirit but it wasn’t here to harm as I had awaken and taking that morning. Several more days pass as I assumed that everything was becoming normal until the sound of knocking made me nervous. I hesitated listening to the knocking become louder like if they knew I was inside avoiding them at all cost. I had no choice but to answer or make this worser then it already while I gotten myself together the best I could before opening the door.

Hello, may I help you all?

Nothing was said while they look beyond me to see what was going on inside…asking what took me so long to answer.

Hello gentlemen’s may I help you in anyway? I ask.

They both shown their badges like if I was supposed to be afraid.

Hello sir, my name is Detective Russell and this is Detective Morris. Det. Russell said.

I don’t know what you are talking about Detectives. I responded.

Look here we can do this here or we can drag your sorry as down to the station, make a choice son!

Whatever and what you want to know. I ask.

OK, what can I do for you today Detectives? I ask.

"We’ve a few questions about a recent of Mr. Gastalyn murder and your car was seen near his home plus you had an altercation after a court Gastalyn case with him."

It didn’t take long as I didn’t have much to say but I knew this wasn’t over but at least it was good seeing them leave. Watching them drive off was good knowing this wasn’t over knowing I done nothing wrong by sending him to the devil. He was a worthless born bastard that treated peoples like nothing of importance. I continue living with the hunting of death wondering why some souls remain on this earth long after they no longer live in body form.

I waited several weeks before making Lashantee life better financially, she was well deserving of what use to belong of her attacker. I never made direct contact with her but I placed it in her path with a small card of happiness. I could only hope that all he had taken from her mentally and physically, she lost all because of one bad soul that is no longer on this earth. I watched her from time to time but to see her wounded grenade blown soul healing was a sight to witness.

Two more months pass and I seem to be like a homeless man pushing a shopping cart having the ability to move invisible. Often relieving the horrors of death knowing God himself felt no mercy for bad souls that devastated what he created while the devil himself welcome those that he wanted to come home with flaming arms.

CHAPTER THREE

Mommas House

S o much I have seen in my lifetime and even worse when I had taking upon myself not intervene on negativity as it was happening right before my face. I often feared getting involve as everyone else who stood around looking at something that either I or they could have stopped. We sometime have so much ability to end something bad and make it good but laws and society prevented good peoples from getting involve for whatever re ason.

I remember this incident in a money loan store, it could’ve been prevented if this sister would have just calm down. Or someone could’ve intervened and help but no one did out of a dozen of peoples standing around including me. This sista goes and tell her fiery temper boyfriend who waited outside, he knocked the guy out that she had gotten into it with. We witness two innocent peoples laid out cold, something you didn’t want to see accept for both been arrested was a sight to see.

Ignorance at its…several day’s past before finding myself in at my mom drugs gangs prostituted neighborhood walking about. Funerals services amongst the one to many churches should’ve been employment other than religious community services. The thought of cleaning this up would only result in death because one dead cock roach would only replace the other with time. It only an ideal because that takes someone who care and deep inner courage who care about something greater than themselves.

But most Hero’s I know are all dead and Tra-Loc was nothing but a bad see from birth and now he slang’s all the dope in this neighborhood. It’s like he made this his plantation and he the master of it, this worm of a life control almost all from young mothers prostituting themselves. This man was one of Satan children’s and I’m going to enjoy putting one between the center of his head up close and personal. It probably want be easy since he surrounded himself with dedicated gun totting thugs.

What the point when another one will rise up to take his place overnight?

This cock roach of a man control so much and he did it all out of fear to a point that I have litterly seen him beat a man to nothing. He drove away like if had no fear of anyone including law enforcement that he was known to have on his payroll. He basically rule with an iron fist, this man was your neighborhood dictator and control all that happens in this area.

To see and don’t see, shut your mouth and mind your own business and stay out of others, this was my childhood of poverty. Death and pain of others never affected me much as I was far from a silver spoon shelter birth. As I approached the sight of my mom sitting behind her metal screen was always a good thinking of her interesting hidden life story. She endured such hardship from that of a young woman who married a man generations older. But it was a southern thing mostly with big families.

Hi mom how are you today. I ask.

She squinted while making out my voice.

Chubby. Mom ask.

How are you today? repeated myself.

Her hearing wasn’t far from leaving her while she moved closer to the door that she kept lock in this high crime area. These was her golden years

We must all have to do what we do to either survived

Momma.

Is that you chubby? Mom almost shouted.

It her hearing is all I could think.

It’s me momma. I replied twice.

Fumbling with the door until her face was almost touching the doorknob, it sadden me but I waited patiently for her to unlock it. My mom would give a stranger the shirt off her back and never had a problem feeding anyone ever. My childhood friends always show up about dinner time and she would simply just feed them. I would have to leave from those same friend’s home when dinner was about to be serve.

It wasn’t just me, my mom did this for all my brothers and sisters. My granny had an old saying about how if one eats, so will the next. Door finally open and I kissed my mom on her cheeks knowing that me and my three brothers are now the main men’s in her life.

Mom do you want to sit outside under the big shade tree? I ask.

She would just simply just look outside like if she was so uncertain.

"Well son, if you joined me’’

Ok…mom. I responded.

Her voice was scratchy and somewhat rough even though you could still hear the softness, remembering how peoples would be in tears from a sound that seem to come from the heavens.

Mom remember when I planted these trees, look how much they have grown this year.

Yea, this man came by the other day wanting to cut them for me but I told him that I don’t have any money right now.

She told me how he just laugh before leaving.

"So how have you been lately moma as I apologized for not coming around in the last few days’’

I know son but you young peoples are so busy these days running like chickens with their head cut off but it good you came…are you hungry son?

No! Momma, I eaten earlier.

Fast food again, you need to stay away from all that mess and get you a wife to cook and clean and take care of you son.

Maybe one day if God send me one then like you mom. I replied.

"Oh boy you always say that…you know there are lots of good girls in church these days wanting a good man like you son.

Church huh! Momma those women’s want a rich man and I’m not that. I replied.

"Son’ you have a lot to learn about woman.

Huh! I replied.

Come over here and sit down, there aint nothing but trouble on that corner and those loose fast women wearing those short dresses that you can almost see they under privates…son you want you a woman who has God in her life.

Ok mom! I replied.

Son a woman wants a good man to love her and treat her right and we are simply if you get yourself a good one that wants to love you to the day you die. ‘If you think that woman want money over someone who will truly love them then you are wrong and that not the woman for you to start with…now you come on to church with me this Sunday and meet you a good fine girl…you will see." Mom said.

Mom maybe you are right but I don’t have time for woman right now, my life is so screwed up right now that I don’t know what tomorrow holds for me.

Son…life is easy and you’re healthy and in Gods eyes you are perfect because he created you in his image…don’t let your mind get too confused. ‘Make sometime for God and he will keep you out of any storm coming your way and if you do get in one." ‘God will protect you until you see clear days to come

My mom was born in a time zone of in inferiority to the white race but her raising in Arkansas was no place to stir up trouble with white folks. So many stories of the past and I could only imagine how my own dad felt seeing his