Seven days without the sound of that baton as my wakeup call will never be long enough.
“Wake the f**k up you lazy assholes,” Commander asshat slammed his baton against the metal bars of our bunks.
“You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me,” Gunner groaned, his voice laced with sleepiness.
The sound of metal clacking against bone followed by a shrill scream had me stifling laughter.
“You’ll shut the f**k up if you don’t want me to do that again,” the commander growled.
As much as I hated the man, watching him halt Gunner’s whining always brought me joy.
My body felt stiff as I climbed down from my bunk, but after a quick roll of my neck and shoulders, it was bearable. The ache in my lungs had lessened, and only seemed to affect me when I took a deep breath.
The six of us were exhau
