Chapter 153: Sergeant (2)
The entire barracks, where my friend was the squad leader, was pulling weeds.
It wasn’t even during work hours, so I asked my friend why they were doing it.
“Why are you pulling weeds on the day before your discharge?”
“…You know those apples we got last month?”
“Oh, you mean the apples we each got a whole box of?”
“Yeah, those. I mean, apples for breakfast, apples for lunch, apples for dinner—on top of that, they gave us another box of apples as part of the rations. It drove me crazy! The apples got squished, and juice started leaking all over the lockers. How did you deal with it?”
“I just ate them all.”
“All of them?!”
This year, there was a bumper crop of apples, so every soldier in our unit received a box.