The sergeant stood his ground, was apparently not going anywhere near the crater.

The sergeant locked the door behind me and stood there, leaning against the bars.

The sergeant stood directly in front of the door.

The sergeant stood at ease, put his hands behind his back.

The sergeant stood at the entrance, M-16 in hand, waving his arm.

He did not see an appreciable increase in the rate of work, but the sergeant seemed satisfied and stood back.

A sergeant stood outside the driver's door of the first vehicle.

The sergeant stood by with nothing to say for the moment, only looking a little grimmer than usual.

Behind him the sergeant now stood at attention, waiting for further orders.

The sergeant stood before his superiors with a troubled expression.