The pallets come in uneven. Not like fuel. Fuel moves clean—measured, continuous, almost abstract. But this is different. Boxes, drums, crates, sealed containers—each with its own handling, its own timing, its own consequence if it doesn’t arrive when it should. LTJG H. H. “Tex” Riley stands on the bridge of the fleet oiler USS Decatur and watches the first load clear the deck of the supply ship and swing out over open water. A helicopter holds position above the gap, steady but never still.