“I’ll get my men on that right away.” He turned to Zeke, “gather everyone up and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
“Will do!” Zeke walked to the perimeter, seeking out the rest of his squad members.
After the fruitless search, the platoon gathered around the various piles of supplies.
“Don’t touch anything,” Lt. Ramsey cautioned. “Everything is listed on this paper,” he said, waving it at the group. “Here’s what we have so far: six fifty-pound bags of rice, three cases of U. S. C-Rations, sixteen mortar rounds, five AK-47 assault rifles, two pistols, one RPD machine gun.” The officer stopped briefly, then continued, “five crates filled with thousands of rounds of ammunition, seventeen B-40 rockets, fifteen grenades, various medical supplies, uniforms, eight pairs of Ho Chi Minh sandals,
