Hobbie wrote:I want the men to muster here so we can get acquainted and I can get a better idea of our equipment status and combat preparedness. More importantly," looks over notes, "I'd like to know you are capable of--like what the hell does energy dampner mean," smiles.
"Also, I'd like a full ammo and weapon count."
Extends hand to corpsman as well, "I'd also like a medical supply inventory and some idea on the general health of the Marines."
Looks back at Sgt. Collins, "So I take it you're my senior NCO? How long you been in?"
The weapons inventory is low. There is a Johnson M1941 MG. Standard M1 rifles, sidearms and trench knives. Fix says he's got a great idea about making some mines and has the equipment too, he just needs the time away from the airstip to work on them. (The only break he gets is the daily Tojo Time bombing and straiffing runs and that's not the best time to be monkeying with explosives.
You do seem to have more than your fair share of ammo at least. Rumor has it that only 1/3 of the supplies, including ammo were sent over initially. There have been a few supply drops to help with more ammo and medical supplies.
In front all of the men, Doc Rock tells you that everyone is doing fine and in top shape. But later, in privacy, he confides in you that the kid they call "Hollywood" isn't doing so hot.
"During the day, he sounds fine. But in the night, you can hear he's having a hard time breathing. But you go over to help him and we wakes up in top shape again. I don't know, it's the damnedest thing. I keep telling him I want him to get more rest and quite running around all the time like he's Errol Flynn. But he doesn't listen."