Billy Glennon belched contentedly and spoke in wondering tones as he fondled his rifle. "I've sure headed for a few fronts worse prepared than this." "Most of 'em," Casca agreed, his mind skimming over some of the campaigns he had suffered through. This was the best organized army of the hundreds he had served in. They could even teach the Romans a few things. But he decided to postpone any real judgment until he had seen how they shaped up at the front when the heavy shit started coming down. The cardboard tanks worried him. He was cheered to find that in the back of the truck was a five gallon drum of hot, sweet coffee and another of tea. There was also fruit juice, and a lot of water. Wardi Nathan repeatedly studied the sky, the stars brilliant through the cold, dry desert air. "We're heading back north," he said wonderingly, "dead away from Al Kuntilah." A glance at the sky assured Casca he was right. At 0430 they stopped for breakfast, and as the false dawn began to light the sky the trucks rolled again.
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