Chapter 83: Midnight Drill

The regimental headquarters office was thick with smoke. On Christopher's desk, the ashtray was piled high with butts. Every battalion and company commander stood across from him, heads down, staring at their boots. Smack! Christopher slapped the desk. "Say something. You're standing there like fence posts. I want a plan. For the next exercise, what exactly are we going to do?" The First Company Commander blurted, "Regimental Commander, the urgent thing is to raise the regiment's overall strength." "No...