We have ways of making you talk presents The Cauldron by Zeno, read by Almari.

Chapter 9.

Bridgeman and building had left the platoon headquarters to the rear and to the right

at Gaulman section, and dropping off 200 rounds of 303 with a sergeant, they slipped into

the cover of the trees which shielded Ramsons platoon. From there, they made their way down

the slope to the road and track junction at the bottom where Blake's men were dug in,

watching the track to the north and the grounds of the house opposite them.

Building distributed the ammunition while Bridgeman and Blake talked together.

What's the ammunition position like generally the sergeant asked?

Mory checked at first light, and at that time we were 50 rounds up on what we started with.

On top of that we have 11,000 rounds of MG42 ammo and eight of their guns to fire it through.

We've 9 or 10 schmises as well, but not much further for them.

And the rest of the company? Not as well off as we are, but at least they're living off the country.

I don't think the old man has had to part with any yet and expect there'll be an inquest before he does.

Alan looked around the position. It was well dug and the weapons pits well sighted.

It was camouflaged and from somewhere had come old doors and bolts of timber which,

cropped back over the trenches, would give some protection from air burst.

Leaving Blake, he and Billting, walked across the ground with its sparse cover,

which separated them from Marsden and his men, waiting at the north-east corner with their right flank,

just short of the house which marked the beginning of Brown's position.

Billting was a few paces in front of Bridgeman, walking with his head down,

bent under the way to the full bandoliers which hung from his shoulders.

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