| It meant he had to alert the entire reserve battalion now, start some of them moving right now because there weren't trucks enough to bring them all up at onceThe Major plucked abstractedly at the wet cloth under his armpitsThe whole day would be wasted on the road nowNothing would be done thereAnd he'd have to use every truck in the division to bring up new rations, more ammunition than had been planned for todayThe transportation would be wickedHe had a flare of hatred for the squad leader who had started all the trouble this morning
He called up Hobart, and told him to make a transportation schedule, and then he went over to the G-2 tent, and talked to Conn, explained what had happened
"Bygod, you're letting yourself in for a noose," Conn told him
"What the hell can I do? chanel jewelry You're intelligence, why is that bivouac empty?"
Conn shrugged"The goddam Japs are settin' a trap
Dalleson walked back to his own tent, abysmally depressedIt would be a trap, but still he had to go into itHobart's men were trying to make up a transportation schedule to supply the new positions of the line companies; Conn's section was going back over old intelligence reportsThere was something messy somewhereWell, he'd have to blunder through on luck, send most of the ordnance to the new hole in the front, hope the other sectors would have enough to get by
Dalleson alerted the reserve battalion, ordered the first movement of their troopsIt would be time for lunch soon and he would have to miss itHis belly knotted into cramps from the iced beerHe thought with distaste of the louis vuitton speedy 30 tinned cheese in the blue K rationHe would have to eat that instead to bind him up
"Any paregoric in the tent?" he bawled
He turned to one of the clerks and sent him to the aid tentThe heat dripped languidly about his bodyIt was Windmill reporting he had moved his company upA few minutes later the CO of the initial reserve company phoned that his men were digging in on the flanks
Now he would have to send the battalion throughDalleson had a headacheWhat would they do? He had had some precedent for everything up until now, but this was a vacuumThe main Japanese supply depot was about a mile and a half behind E Company's new positions, and maybe he should try to capture thatOr he could roll up the flankBut the Major could not imagine thatThe hole was a hole on paperHe had visited cheap replica chanel handbag all the positions, he knew what the bivouacs looked like, but he had never understood exactly what went onThere were spaces between the companiesThe front was not a solid line -- it was a string of dots separated from each otherNow he had some men behind the Japanese dots and he would have more later, but what would they do? How did you go about rolling up a flank? He had a picture for a moment of the troops moving sullenly along a jungle trail swearing at the heat, but he could not connect that to the figures on the map
An insect crawled sluggishly over his desk and he flicked it offJust what in the Sam Hill was he going to do? By tonight everything would be a shamblesNobody would know where anybody else was, and they'd never get all the wire laid straightThe radios would pink prada handbag probably be out from static or some lousy hillThey always were when you needed themUntil now this thing had been kept within bounds but he would have to bring in Mooney, the signal officer, and G-4 was already tied up with transportationIntelligence would have to stay up all night with himOf all the days to have to put in a session of work like thisIf it came to nothing he'd never hear the end of it
The Major felt like laughingHe had the involuntary stupid merriment of a man who has pitched a pebble down a hill and watched it magnify itself into an avalancheWhy couldn't the General be here? As a corollary of all this he could feel the added activity about himEveryone was working in the operations tent, and he could see men moving back and forth through the bivouac all obviously on dolce gabbana handbags erran |