“I think you’re it, sir,” the sergeant said. He was short and also overweight, but he gave the impression of being an india rubber leprechaun: hard, mischievous and very elastic. He had bright eyes that regarded O’Neal warily.
“We don’t have an S-4 at the moment, sir,” Captain Gray said. “We’ve been promised one a time or two but…”
“But there are places that they’d rather be,” O’Neal filled in. He looked at the group and cleared his throat. “I’m sure we’ll get to know each other very well over the next couple of weeks. For the time being, continue as you have been. I’d like you to get with the battalion command sergeant major and the company first sergeants as to billeting. The troops will need to do an issue draw,” he continued, looking at the S-4 sergeant. “We’re basically here in the suits we stand in and not much else.”
“I took the liberty of looking up everyone’s sizes, sir,” Sergeant McConnell answered. “And everyone is assigned a room and a wall-locker. The wall-lockers all have a complete issue in them. They’ll have to sign for them of course…”
“We have a team on standby to examine deficiencies,” Captain Gray said, anticipating O’Neal’s question. “I hope that your commanders find the barracks to be acceptable; I had a full unit GI of the Bravo and Charlie barracks last week and the inspection showed that they were in pretty good shape. They’re brand new so there’s some indications of that that we haven’t been able to work out; paint around the edge of the windows and stuff like that. But otherwise I think you’ll be pleased.”
“Hmm,” Mike said, not knowing quite how to respond. “Very well, get with the sergeant major, as I said.” He paused and thought for a moment. “Do officers have an issue?”
“Officers have to buy their uniforms, of course,” Sergeant McConnell said. “But there is a temporary issue in their quarters and they can choose what they want and buy it with a comment to their AID. We also have uniforms standing by in your lockers in the Morgue.”
Mike looked around again and shook his head with a frown. “Tell me that this isn’t as rikky-tik as it seems. I mean…”
“You mean ‘what the hell are REMFs doing getting something right,’ sir?” Sergeant McConnell asked with a puckish grin.
“I probably would have put it more politely,” O’Neal noted as Pappas walked up behind him.
“I’ve been a REMF ever since I got out of Delta Force, sir,” the sergeant answered. “Where I was a… not a REMF. I got recalled as my final MOS, which was supply. I decided that, all things considered, I’d stay there. I had my salad days. But, if I do say so myself, I’m a pretty damned good supply sergeant.”
“Everything okay, sir?” Pappas rumbled.
“The only thing wrong seems to be that there’s nothing wrong, Top,” O’Neal said with a shake of his head.
“We’ve had plenty of time to prepare, sir,” Captain Gray pointed out.
“And you have done so,” O’Neal agreed. “Which is all too rare.”
“There are also some combat replacements, sir,” Captain Gray said. “They’re in barracks and have been issued their basic equipment. They’ve been fitted and the lieutenant that is in charge has been having them work their suits in.”
“What did we get, sir?” Gunny Pappas asked, taking off his helmet.
Gray’s eyes fixed on the line of what looked like semi-intelligent water, or maybe a silver slug, that gathered on the side of the NCO’s head and then humped itself down the armor and into the helmet. “Ahhh… we received four NCOs and an officer from the Ten Thousand and a group of privates from other Ground Force units. All of them have had some combat experience.”
“Sounds good,” Mike said. “Sergeant Major, these gentlemen have the billeting mapped out. Why don’t you get with them and get the troops moved through in…” He paused and looked around. “Where are the Morgues?” he asked.
“In the basement of the barracks, sir,” Captain Gray said, pointing at overlarge side entrances.
“Cool,” O’Neal responded. “Company commanders and staff to battalion headquarters as soon as they’re in silks. Troops fall into the barracks and get their issue squared away.” He glanced at the sun and shook his head as he sneezed. “Damn. Shelly, what time is it?”
“Just past fourteen hundred, sir,” the AID replied out of the helmet.
“Seventeen hundred formation for all companies,” Mike continued. “I want everybody in silks and standing tall by then. The companies can release the troops to the cantonment area at that time, if they so choose, but they cannot release them off post.”
“Clear,” Pappas said. “You know that if we wait too long it’ll just build up the pressure.”
“I know,” Mike said with a slight smile. “I used to be a grunt back when, smaj. Friday night. Payday procedures. By then I’ll have had a chance to meet with the locals and get them marginally prepared. Then they can tear down the gates.”
“Man,” Mueller said, leaning back from the table. “If the troops in the corps knew you ate like this they’d be tearing down the gates.”
“They could try,” Cally said with a laugh. “I think we could probably turn ’em around with the first line of claymores though.”
Papa O’Neal looked at Shari’s half finished steak and frowned. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Shari said with a wan smile. “It’s just that this is as much meat as I can remember eating in a month.”
“Well, you ought to come around more often,” O’Neal said with a smile, poking her in the arm. “You’re as thin as a board. We need to get you fed up.”
“I know,” Wendy said, scraping up the last of her baked potato. “In the Urb we both eat about the same amount and I have a problem keeping my weight down. Shari never gains weight.”
“Oh, I used to have to diet,” Shari said, wiping her mouth and setting the napkin down alongside the half full plate. “But the food in the Urb isn’t…”
“Much good at putting on weight,” Elgars finished, wiping up steak juices. “It’s also lousy for putting on muscle; the protein portions aren’t large enough. I have a hell of a time with it; I always feel like I’m being starved to death.”
“It’s one of the reasons I stopped exercising,” Shari said, pulling a sated Kelly onto her lap. The two youngest were already in bed and most of the rest were outside in the dark, having borrowed warm clothes from the O’Neals. The kids were revelling in the freedom to just run and play; that was all too rare in the Urb. “I’d just get exhausted. Between the lousy food and taking care of the kids. And there was nowhere to send them where they were safe like here; so they were always right there.” She hugged Kelly and rubbed her cheek on the sleepy girl’s head. “Not that I minded, sweetie. But it’s nice to have a break.”
“Well, you’re not getting any lousy food here,” Papa O’Neal said definitely. “And you can definitely take a break. I want you to stay over tomorrow night. And we’ll really have a feed then.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Shari said rocking back in the chair. “There’s so much to do…”
“There’s nothing critical,” Wendy said. “We are the creche. We don’t really ever have to go back.”
“Not true,” Shari said. “The children are in our care, but we don’t have custody. That would be kidnapping.”
“Okay,” Wendy said, admitting the point. “But we don’t have to go back in the morning. We can stay over.”