You sit in the briefing room, shaking off the effects of the 2 day pass Cakes issued after your last successful mission. What a party! And you thought English women were so proper. The doors fly open, banging against their hinges! Everyone groans from the sudden jolt. It's AirDive carrying a manila folder. He runs to the podium, out of breath...

Men, you're not going to believe what's happened. Seems Cakes and Trap are over at the hospital being dosed with penicillin. Looks like they're going to be down for the weekend.

Some of your mates squirm in their seats, grinning nervously and wondering if they might be headed in the same direction soon.

To top that off, the brass has it on good authority that a Gerry Scientist by the name of Von Braun has perfected some new plane called a rocket and get this!....it doesn't even need a pilot! They've flown a few into London and they pack quite a wallop. Churchill has asked Ike to help him out on this one. We've got some spooks on the ground in the Fatherland. They're pretty sure the Gerry's are making this thing at a secret base called Pennemunde, just south of our base at C82. With Cakes and Trap recuperating I've been asked to lead a raid on the base and kill those rockets and the supporting industry. Since there's no telling how many of you might be laid up over the weekend from those English tarts we'll just plan on taking as many Invaders out of C82 as possible. Ike told Bradley, who told Cakes that this could shorten the war by a year if we're successful. Here's the plan... we'll take as many 26's as possible. The base is due south of C82...just on the other side of the mountain. We need to close this base men, kill it all, leave nothing standing. Once we've shut down the base...we go after the supporting industry due east. As usual muster will be in <CENSORED> at 2130 hours. Oh..and by the way...it might be wise for some of you to go get that penicillin now.

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