Chapter FiveMORNING BROKE WITH a torrential downpour. Roark tried to clear his head, the dreamlike quality of the night’s reminiscences eddied in his brain like a fever. Subtle changes were taking place inside him. Let them. He yearned for the world of adults, a career, and Maggie had been part of that change.
“LET’S GO. ON YOUR FEET!” Gunny Jerardi’s cheery morning greeting.
Lance Corporal Jeffery Ault, 1st Platoon machine gunner, pitched his canteen cup against a wall. “What is this s**t? We don’t even get coffee?”
Jerardi poked his head inside. “You bitching again, Ault?”
Ault shoved his gear into his pack and cursed again.
“Ault,” the gunny said. “Look on the bright side. You always b***h about the coffee anyway, so consider it a favor. Wouldn’t want you hauling that pig around on
