““You've got no right to hate the Major. He didn't force you." "Force me? FORCE me? He's KILLING me, that's all!" "It's still not-" "Shut up," Baker said curtly, and Garraty shut. He rubbed the back of his neck briefly and stared up into the whitish-blue sky. His shadow was deformed huddle almost beneath his feet. He turned up his third canteen of the day and drained it. Baker said, "I'm sorry. I surely didn't mean to shout. My feet-" "Sure," Garraty said. "We're all getting this way," Baker said. "I sometimes think that's the worst part.””
