Chapter Seven
“I wish this damn thing had wheels,” Kawalski said.
“Quit your bitching, Kawalski,” Autumn said, “and pick up your corner.”
“Oh, I got my corner, and I’ll probably have to carry yours, too.”
The rest of the platoon fell in behind the four soldiers carrying the weapons crate.
“Where are we going with this thing, Sarge?” Lojab asked. He was on the left front, opposite Kawalski.
Alexander was on the back left end of the crate, with Autumn across from him. “All the way to the river.”
“I didn’t hire on to be somebody’s slave,” Lojab mumbled under his breath, but everyone heard him.
“We’re all doing the same crap,” Autumn said.
“Yeah, and if we would all complain, our fearless leader would do something about it.”
“Like what, Lojab?” Sarge asked.
“Like get us the hell out
