the corporal said, with a trace of irritation. This wasn’t the best attitude to have when being questioned by a general, but he looked like he wasn’t working on a lot of sleep. General Morris didn’t seem too put off by it. “We have your statement,” Morris said. “And you’re not in any kind of trouble here, son. Mr. Somerville just wants to go over it. Nobody’s accusing anybody of anything.” “Begging your pardon, sir, but that’s just what people say before they start accusing people of things.” Ed stifled a laugh. He decided he liked Sam Corning, and could understand why Annie spoke well of him. Sam turned to Ed, but spoke to the general. “Has Mr. Somerville read our reports, sir?” They were sitting in Morris’s office, which had a surprisingly understated and temporary feel to it. The table in the center of the room and all the chairs were of the collapsible variety, and the room itself was the interior of one of the temporary-to-permanent trailers the base had.
