was struggling in every way imaginable and Christine couldn’t see how a government could send away men needed so much at home.  It should not be so.  But it was.  Christine swallowed, took a deep breath, and put the clothes through the wringer, turning the handle, and got them ready to hang on the line to dry.

     Adam sat in the foxhole, trembling, holding his rifle close, the coldness of the metal offering some kind of comfort.  It was all he had.  He heard Lieutenant Schramm screaming orders to his men and telling them to take cover and screaming into something staticy that the platoon needed help, “reinforcements,” he heard the Lieutenant say.  Adam was shaking so bad, he thought he might pull the trigger on his rifle, so he held the barrel away from hi...

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