“We worked until late afternoon, and the guards finally decided that we’d made enough bricks for one day. We washed up and made our way to the mess hall. I felt a weariness like I’d never felt before. I had worn blisters on my feet, and my legs were heavy. They hurt so bad that they even trembled as I stood in line for supper. After supper the prisoners were allowed to stroll around the prison yard, but Brian and I went straight to our cell. Hardin was there, reading his book, but we ign...ored him. I was hurting so bad that Brian had to help me climb into my bunk, and then he wearily fell into his. A few minutes passed, and we both moaned and groaned. “I’m too old for this,” Brian muttered. “So am I,” I said. “You’re twenty years younger than I am,” he retorted. “True, but I’m catching up mighty quick.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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