Lots of C-rats. Somebody's been runnin' out of ammo. Resupply beats the shit outta a CA anyday. Anyway, Crew Chief woulda said somethin'. His face doesn't reveal anything as we load up.
Faces tell a lotta shit about what people think.
More than what they say. Royal jumps onboard, finds his favorite spot, plops down - feet hangin' over the side. Best seat in the house. Everyone gets a window seat. I'll take the breeze closer to the center of the ship.