These rations were built for the battlefield—canned food, ready to carry and transport.
Cold as the cans were, at least there was a flask of hot water, which warmed me up a bit.
Behind me were a few metal beds, their frames worn and floors stained with old blood.
As I was taking in the surroundings, a young soldier entered. "You okay with the food? I could get you some hot soup if you'd like."
"No, no need." I offered him a grateful smile.
Resources were tight out here, and meals were served in bulk. No sense in wasting them just for me.
He broke into a broad grin. "Alright, Ms. Olley, we're fresh out of servants here, but I've been with Chief Carlos since I was a kid. You need anything, just holler."
"No, really... I don't need any help." I smiled and added, "Thanks, though."
"Alr
