Evans half-opened his mouth, and after a long pause, he asked: "What's going on here? We can still handle it ourselves now, but what about when we go further inland?"
The sergeant just shrugged.
At this moment, a quartermaster soldier entered the tent: "We've piled the things you just requested on your jeep, Captain."
Evans glanced at the soldier and then at the sergeant: "Alright, I'll go check out the beach."
Sergeant: "You'll thank me for this suggestion."
Evans: "Hopefully."
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It wasn't long before Evans realized that he indeed owed thanks to the quartermaster sergeant.
The beach was piled high with fuel and ammunition, and trucks and jeeps of combat units were everywhere pulling supplies, creating chaos over the entire beachhead.
Evans stopped the car, watching the scene as if it were a market day, and muttered to himself: "What if Ploson Air Force comes to bomb us?"
