Victor wasn’t the only one completely stressed out. Even the otherwise completely laid-back Pierre exploded at every little issue and shouted at the French soldiers and German workers alike.
Victor looked at the calendar in the construction trailer and marked another day off. “Goddammit! Fifteen f*****g days since the last plane landed!”
“I need that new welding device.” James lit a fresh cigarette with the old one and blew smoke into the air. In the last days his chain-smoking had taken on superhuman dimensions, and Victor half expected him to start putting one cigarette in each corner of his mouth.
“And I need steel for the tower and …” Victor ran a hand through his hair. Still, if the weather didn’t get any better real soon, they would have worse problems than not finishing the airpo
