CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER THIRTEENCHAPTER THIRTEENGlacier
GlacierDIVE TEAM—TRENCH SHELTER
DIVE TEAM—TRENCH SHELTERWe actually slept for several hours. I was the first to waken. The wind still howled above us. The surrounding air wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t frigid either. My mouth was dry, and I badly needed to pee. Harry and Sergyi stirred, and we quickly realized we all had the same problem.
“I ain’t goin’ topside to pee,” Harry said. “It’ll break off in this s**t!”
“Bull, but no need go topside,” Sergyi said. “We do this way in Siberia.”
“Hey,” Harry said, “I thought you were Ukrainian.”
“Da, Ukrainian, but train in Siberia.”
Da, He grabbed his short-handled shovel and dug a hole in one corner of the shelter.
“Pee there. Cover with snow.”
“What if I need to take a crap?”
“Same w
