Front Lines by Grant Michael

Author:Grant, Michael [Grant, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-12-18T08:00:00+00:00

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RIO RICHLIN—ABOARD THE QUEEN MARY, NEW YORK HARBOR, USA

“Okay, deck six, forward eight, row B, bunk number seventeen,” Rio reads off the paper in her hand. She carries sixty pounds’ worth of gear, has just waited three hours to begin boarding, and then spent two hours just shuffling along in rows of packed bodies to find her spot.

“So this is luxury travel,” Jenou says.

“Biggest, fastest, fanciest ship afloat,” Cat says.

“It is magnificent,” Rio agrees. “I especially like the way they’ve managed to stack the bunks four high.”

The Queen Mary’s once-lovely cabins and staterooms have been largely stripped out, bulkheads knocked down to transform the lower decks into vast steel boxes stuffed to an almost comical degree with bunks. The bunks are four high and touch end to end, so a person could crawl the entire length of the hold without ever touching the deck. Not that anyone would want to. The aisle between two rows of bunks was just two feet wide, which barely allowed the heavily laden GIs to move to their assigned locations.

“I’m on the top level,” Rio says glumly. “So a nice, close-up view of that pipe up there.”

“I’m right below you,” Jenou says with matching glumness.

“It’ll be just like sleepover camp, kids,” Rio says with mock cheer. “We can light a campfire and roast marshmallows.”

“You’ve never gone to sleepover camp.”

“No,” Rio admits. “But the other comparison I could make is to sardines in a can.”

“She’s fast, that’s all that matters,” Cat offers.

“You in a hurry, Cat?” Jenou asks.

“She’s faster than Kraut subs,” Cat says. “That’s the point.”

This is a sobering thought. Reassuring, but also sobering.

The hold is already hot when they come aboard. It grows hotter over the next few days. The hold already smells of paint, varnish, and ancient body odor at the outset, but those are good times fondly remembered a few days later when the hold reeks of vomit, overflowing toilets, sweat, farts, cigarette smoke, and more vomit, as well as the paint and varnish. At times Rio is convinced the air in the hold is no more than 10 percent actual, breathable air.

This particular section is occupied solely by women, but the open-air decks are available to all, with the result that masses of frustrated, nervous, bored, and seasick GIs regularly pack the upper decks from rail to rail.

Under a chilly sun Rio and Jenou take the air, straining every nerve to ignore the incessant catcalls and lewd entreaties of male soldiers.

“Hey, girls, my bunk’s pretty crowded, but I can make room for both of you.”

“Come here, honey, there’s something I want to show you.”

“Oh yeah, Daddy likes what she’s got.”

“Hey, Joe, that private has titties.”

“Come on, honey, just a little kiss.”

Some of the men from Rio’s company try vainly to stop the harassment, but this has led to several fistfights. The ship’s captain has several times made announcements over the public address system, but GIs ignore sailors, even captains. So if Rio intends to breathe actual oxygen she has no choice

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