Shire's command post was set up in an armored reconnaissance vehicle, without a canvas cover in the open air. Snowflakes continuously fell from above, and the cold wind howled, making everyone shiver.
But Shire knew this was necessary.
While covering with canvas to shield against wind and snow seemed desirable, it would cause significant inconvenience for escaping and counter-attacking if the armored reconnaissance vehicle was attacked and caught on fire or encountered an emergency.
Nothing is more important than safety on the battlefield; everything else must yield to it.
Shire was eating his lunch, a piece of black bread seized from the German Army, frozen like a stone and needed to thaw in his mouth for a while before it could be chewed.
Tijani handed Shire a telegram, his face unabashedly showing excitement and pride: "The Germans have sent us another batch of supplies, filling more than twenty trucks!"
