CHAPTER 7
I had barely relaxed onto my bunk when the corporals returned, wheeling containers with our new Martian uniforms to replace the Terran colours. The uniform was the exact same style, except we were to wear red-and-black khaki. Still uncertain of one another, we turned our backs and stripped out of our old uniforms and slipped into our new ones. That was the first time I noticed that I was wearing black boxers, not the Mickey Mouse ones I had put on in the hotel. Remembering I was a cloned version of myself, I double checked everything was okay down there when I was sure no one else was looking. Crisis averted; everything looked fine.
I stashed the bag of toiletries they had supplied me with on my bunk and fell into rows with the rest of my platoon. We marched out the door and mo
