Yvonne ignored Daisy and went back to making her bed. Just as she finished, Daisy walked over. The room had two bunk beds, each with a name tag. Yvonne and Marina had the bottom bunks. Doris was above Marina, and Daisy was assigned the bunk above Yvonne.
The thought of climbing up and down to get into bed infuriated Daisy. She kicked Yvonne’s bedframe. “Hey, switch with me. I don’t like sleeping on top.”
“Why should I? I’m not here to cater to you,” Yvonne retorted. “Besides, even if we switch now, we’ll just have to switch back later. I don’t have time for your games.” She pushed past Daisy and went to unpack her suitcase.
Daisy was about to throw a tantrum when Marina stepped in. “Ms. Smith, I can switch with you. I actually prefer the top bunk.” Marina’s bed was already neatly made with fresh, clean linens.
“Fine,” Daisy said, begrudgingly accepting.
Just as they finished swapping their bedding, a female soldier in uniform entered the room. She looked to be in her early thirties, with a stern expression and a ramrod-straight posture. Her every step seemed precisely measured. Her presence was commanding, and the four women in the room immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at her.
“All of you, fall in!” the soldier’s authoritative voice boomed.


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