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- Desert Patrol. You’d wish you’d never been born. The heat
- rips your sinew out and the sand cuts deep into your very
- soul.
-
- I want what remains of their 2nd Armoured Division
- destroyed out there. It will be about five Tanks. Also
- shoot down three of their Fokker TriEengines, at least
- try your best. Apparently they’re the devil himself to
- pin down. It’s part of their latest machinery supply line
- to the Tanks. But TriEngines are not only cargo aircraft,
- they are highly manoeuvrable, well armed and have a fair
- turn of speed.
-
- One very good reason for returning from this mission is
- our selection of well chilled drinks in the mess.
- Unfortunately the enemy prison camps only have bilge
- water, not very palatable, and always served warm.
- *
- Lying in your favourite shaded deck chair with a large
- chilled drink courtesy of the Officers’ Mess, you might
- be mistaken for thinking that Desert Patrol wasn’t as bad
- as your CO (Commanding Officer) portrayed. Suddenly an
- orderly leaps up and rings the station alarm bell. The
- loudspeaker crackles to life with those familiar words:-
-
- SCRAMBLE...SCRAMBLE...FIVE GOTHA BOMBERS...DUE NORTH
- BY NORTH WEST...MODERATE FIGHTER AIR ESCORT PRESENT.
-
- You remember your briefing session only this morning:
- Gotha Bombers are expected to be present in the area.
- They have improved armament, are relatively slow and
- are now adopting a V Pattern Formation.
- As you climb into your plane the CO rushes over and
- shouts, “I know you want out of this place so listen to
- what I have to say. Destroy the four Munitions Factories
- to the west as well as the five Gothas and you’ll have
- earned your ticket home.“
- *
- Welcome back. I’ve got some good news and some bad news:
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- First the bad news. The Colonel lost at croquet so all
- leave is cancelled until further notice. They really ought
- to put the old basket out to grass. Better be careful what
- I say, the walls are paper thin in this place.
-
- The good news is my adjutant has managed to wangle you
- two weeks sick leave. Anyhow, he’s squared the whole thing
- with matron, something about a gammy leg I think. Whole
- affair’s cost us two weeks choccy rations, but we think
- you’re worth it!
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- You’ll be posted to aid the General and his demolition
- team, remember your gas mask. The General’s cigars make
- mustard gas smell like a breath of fresh air.
- *