CHAPTER EIGHTEENHumping with the radio was much more difficult than John had expected; the extra twenty-six pounds felt more like a hundred. The backpack hung heavily from his shoulders; the thinner straps dug deeper into muscle with every step, cutting off the flow of blood, and numbing both arms. Only an occasional tingle reminded him that his arms were even still there. The extra padding of the towel around his neck did nothing to help cushion the weight.
Originally, John didn’t think that carrying the radio would be a big deal because the M-60 machine g*n weighed more. However, when carrying the g*n, he was able to switch over to his other shoulder whenever one started hurting. The radio, on the other hand, sat right in the middle of his back, with the combined weight evenly distribut
