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- Hi there! You must be that flier boy we’ve been expecting.
- We have a slight technical problem here. I wonder if you’d
- give our boys a hand.
-
- We’ve laid charges at four Bridges and set them to go
- simultaneously. However, the detonators must have got wet
- or something 'cause those bridges aint goin’ nowhere. We’d
- send our boys back to fix it, but unfortunately the enemy
- smelt a rat and the whole area is buzzing with hostile
- forces. It’s only a matter of time before they find the
- charges, then we might as well pack up and go home.
-
- We’ve armed your plane with incendiary bullets so a few
- good bursts should blow the Bridges. Meanwhile Cookie will
- bake you one of his good ol' blueberry pies.
- *
- An orderly greets you with a message from HQ.......
-
- While you’re swanning around with that rotten shower you
- couldn’t put on a good show for the lads back at HQ could
- you? Enemy forces have captured one of our front line
- airfields. They are flying in three TriEngine supply
- aircraft to stabilise their position. Recapture the
- airfield and destroy the TriEngines, there’s a good chap.
- One other point, our bombers will be mopping up when
- you’ve finished so make it easy on them by taking out four
- of those Ground Guns. See you back at base in time for tea.
-
- This is the sequence of events that led to the situation
- you find yourself in now. Without enough fuel to make it
- back to base, you have to recapture the airfield to land
- and refuel. A sharp burst of gunfire shatters your
- thoughts, hostile planes are swarming on your tail. Now
- is a time for quick thinking and fast action!
- *
- Well what can I say? You’ve done it again. Those stiffs
- at Whitehall are still dithering about which medal to
- give you next.
-
- The General sends his regards and a box of cigars. Bit of
- a mixed blessing really, but it’s the thought that counts.
- Still they’ll come in useful on your next posting for
- shoving in the stove to keep the old Nissan hut warm.
-
- Yes, I’m afraid it’s the Northern Front old boy. Still,
- you’ll survive, just remember those thermal long johns
- I bought you for Christmas.
- *