Once again, several carts arrived at the doors of the Casa Real on Saturday. The sight of them removed a thorn from my side. After delivering a shipment of boots and ammunition pouches last week, I had made another, much more difficult request. Ever the skilled tradesman, Señor Lim did not disappoint.
Contained in twenty-five rectangular ammunition boxes—most of which I assume were looted directly from Spanish cuarteles, given their pristine condition and the royal crest still stamped on some—were twenty-five thousand rounds of .43 Spanish cartridges. Two other crates held two thousand rounds of 7.55 mm cartridges.
He also brought me several dozen rifles, all of them Remingtons.
I had asked him for more ammunition in anticipation of the large-scale marksmanship training I was planning for the recruits in the coming week, along with additional Remington rifles for replacements and repairs.
