Chapter Thirteen
After an hour’s rest and a hot meal, along with tall glasses of sweet tea, the two drivers climbed into their trucks and rolled on down the desert highway toward the front lines, with the rest of their cargo. I never knew where the trucks went after they unloaded at the end of their trip, but none of them ever came back. If they had, everyone would have jumped on the back and ridden all the way to Addis Ababa. However, we were sure the Bonaventure Bus would soon arrive to deliver us from that desolate place, so we wiled away our free time between patients by playing chess, cards, and dice.
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One sultry afternoon, Mohammed and Kabilis drew a target on the wall of the infirmary and began throwing size-10 scalpels at it. Occasionally, one of the instruments would t
