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. 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. 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.
has often been questioned, but even we aren't given to sending a flying-boat for the sole purpose of enabling junior officers to spend a month wasting their substance among the flesh-pots of Cairo," be finished dryly. But where you got the idea about leave I don't know. I'm sure you are-I was pretty sure you were before I pulled you out of Crete. Just wanted to find out if you were the man for the job. "Of course you didn't!" Jensen cut in briskly. 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. "May I have a word with the Squadron Leader?" 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. To wait, and to keep on waiting-that is to be of the East."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. "Patience, laddie, patience-as our worthy commodore has just advocated. The commodore nodded again, and Jensen touched his sleeve. That way there's always a chance."įor a long time Jensen stared at the holes and scars of the damaged machine, then shook his head and looked away. 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. #1LinerWeds From Sarah A."So's my life.#FPQ 187: Did You Ever Have To Make Up Your Mind? October 26, 2022.Song of the Day: Floyd Cramer, “Last Date” October 27, 2022.Writer’s Workshop: Another Bizarre Childhood Fear October 27, 2022.#TBTMemory 61: Trick Or Treat! October 27, 2022.
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