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.

Author: Stephen King

You've got no right to hate the Major. He didn't force you."<br /><br />"Force me? FORCE me? He's KILLING me, that's all!"<br /><br />"It's still not-"<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />Baker said, "I'm sorry. I surely didn't mean to shout. My feet-"<br /><br />"Sure," Garraty said.<br /><br />"We're all getting this way," Baker said. "I sometimes think that's the worst part. - Stephen King

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