Quonset in the snow. '
Photo by J.R. Boyer via USAG- Humphreys via Flickr
Snow still dusted Gentle’s Corcoran boots and his field jacket, even though the furnace in the Quonset hut was going full blast.
Gentle almost felt hot.
He felt self-conscious with Kilkenny here. He pulled a pack of Kools from the pocket of the fatigue shirt he had tossed on his bunk and lighted one from the pack of AFEES matches he kept under the cigarette pack’s cellophane wrapper.
Kilkenny stood next to the refrigerator. Opened it and took one of the OBs. Gentle didn’t give a shit if Kilkenny took the whole case.
From TRINITY and the SHORT-TIMER
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