For example, while in your mog house, the Delivery Box will open your Mog Sack, and selecting "Change Job" will actually open your Delivery Box. the buttons are still there and function properly in game, they just wont be labeled correctly and the last button on the list simply wont exist. Its kind of difficult to explain without seeing it in person. DAT, where the UI has not accommodated for the size changes of the in-game menus in this latest update. DAT concerns itself only with the in-game font and interface menu.Ĭhances are, you installed a previous version of this. To wait, and to keep on waiting-that is to be of the East.I ran into this exact problem earlier this afternoon as well. "Patience, laddie, patience-as our worthy commodore has just advocated. "Just one little question, Squadron Leader. The old crate was still awash when we passed over, the big dinghy was out and it was as smooth as a millpond. He realised that Torrance was speaking, the slow drawl heavy with controlied anger. So did everyone who had served any time at all in the Eastern Mediterranean: a grim, impregnable iron fortress off the coast of Turkey, heavily defended by-it was thought-a mixed garrison of Germans and Italians, one of the few Aegean islands on which the Allies had been unable to establish a mission, far less recapture, at some period of the war. Navarone! So that's why I'm here to-night, Mallory thought. Bill, these gentlemen here-Captain Jensen of the Royal Navy, Captain Mallory of the Long Range Desert Group-have a very special interest in Navarone. Squadron Leader Torrance," he added unnecessarily, "is an Australian." Mallory had the impression that the commodore rather hoped this would explain some things, Squadron Leader Torrance among them. "Gentlemen, this is Squadron Leader Torrance. To wait, and to keep on waiting-that is to be of the East." 'We'd like to take with us the joker who thought this one up and shove him out at ten thousand over Navarone, without benefit of parachute." We were talking about it on the way home." Mallory caught the deep murmur of voices in the background, a growl of agreement. "But we'd like to go back again," he went on. A fair cow, it was, a real suicide do." He broke off abruptly, stared moodily with compressed lips through his own drifting tobacco smoke. Didn't even get half-way towards the harbour. Russ and Conroy were belted good and proper on the way in. gun in the south of Europe concentrated along this narrow 50-degree vector-the only way you can approach the target, or anywhere near the target. Might as well have dropped a shower of leaflets asking them to spike their own bloody guns.
We would have to have gone down lower than that anyway-about three thousand feet below sea-level, then fly up the way: that cliff overhang shuts the target clean off. It was ten-tenths over the target," Torrance said bitterly. Because I'm not God and I can't do the impossible." There was a flat finality in Torrance's voice that carried conviction, that brooked no argument.
Because I don't believe in sacrificing good blokes for nothing. The cabin perspex was shattered and starred in a dozen places. The grey camouflage paint of the after fuselage and tailplanes was riddled with bullet and cannon shells, an aileron was shredded and the port outer engine out of commission, saturated in oil. In less than a minute the first bomber was down, heavily, awkwardly, taxi-ing to a standstill just beside them. That way there's always a chance."īoth men screwed up their eyes in automatic reflex as the fierce glare of the landing lights struck at them, the flare path arrowing off into the outer darkness. and order one of us to crash-dive it at four hundred into the mouth of the gun cave.
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Not," he added bitterly, "unless you cram a Mosquito full of T.N.T. But I do know that nothing we've got has a snowball's chance in hell. "Maybe a Dornier flyingboat with one of these new-fangled radio-controlled glider-bombs might do it and get off with it. At least, it's impossible for us." He drew a weary hand down his face. So are the lives of all these jokers." Torrance jerked a big thumb over his shoulder. The commodore nodded again, and Jensen touched his sleeve. And McIlveen ditched just north of Alex?" "I know, I know." The commodore, nodded heavily.
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