Almost as if a signal started it, the whole LZ is suddenly full of movement. All work. Everybody is either digging and filling sandbags, clearing away patches of what still stands upright, or feeding the fires. The resupply pad is in an area by itself and there is a steady stream of helicopters coming in with boxes of C-rations, cases of soda and beer, artillery ammunition. The artillery section is in the center of the Z. There are five guns in the batteries and two of them have parapets built around them, but the other three sit vulnerably in their positions. The big guns are top priority, so not only are the artillerymen working to level the guns and make them operable but there are grunts from Echo Company and another company helping to build walls around the positions. In the very cent
