Godric had the documents put forward before Beorn had fully taken his seat at the map table.
Three stacks sat in front of him. Each positioned according to when it would be needed.
Godric handled reports the way he handled every other task. Information came first. Then organization. Then execution.
Lewin had brought a single compiled sheet from his embedded personnel. He had placed it apart from Godric's company reports.
Beorn looked over both sets of documents, then nodded to Godric.
"Let's start with the rations."
Godric picked up the first report.
"The most common complaint across all three operations was the Stearne biscuit."
He skimmed down the page, found the field note, and read it aloud.
It was a quote from a soldier, "'The biscuit keeps you going, but after three days in the cold it's like chewing river clay. By the fourth morning it tasted like a dirty ass and was hard enough that you could knock out a grown man with it."
Nobody spoke for a moment.
