They heard no news about Captain Sanders for the rest of that day.
The platoon settled into a routine, and, staying in small groups, they explored the camp. The camp followers had set up a rudimentary market in a section near the center of the encampment. After lunch, Joaquin, Sparks, Kari, and Sharakova set off toward the market to see what was on offer.
“Hey,” Lojab yelled from behind them, “where you guys going?”
“To the market,” Sparks said.
“Shut up, Sparks,” Sharakova said under her breath.
“Good,” Lojab said, “I’ll come with you.”
“Wonderful,” Sharakova whispered to Karina. “God’s gift to the Seventh Cav will regale us with his sparkling personality and dazzling wit.”
“If I just shoot him,” Karina said, “do you think Sarge would court-martial me?”
“Court-martial?” Sharakova
