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doc#146 followed alertly, a hand on his gun butt. The bartender measured this situation with
doc#146 with Russ close at his shoulder. </p><p> The door was locked. A single kick made it
doc#146 straight across the swells for Antler. </p><p> The truth was, the puncher was both bewildered
doc#146 fragments from the brush off at one side. The would-be assassin had his position figured
doc#146 left toward the side of the winding draw. The long minute before he reached effective
doc#147 mud and pot holes. No one had much to say. The sky glowered down at them. There was a
doc#147 world of combat would go on forever. </p><p> The truck dropped them off at the various revetments
doc#147 Donovan said as he jumped off the wing. The expression was his trade-mark, his open
doc#147 members of his flight fell in behind him. The dark brown bombs hanging under each wing
doc#147 under each wing looked large and powerful. The pilots' heads looked ridiculously small
doc#147 pilots' heads looked ridiculously small. The control tower gave him immediate take-off
doc#147 he led the flight in and out of showers. The metal strip they had taken off from was
doc#147 He shivered in the warm cockpit. </p><p> The overcast was solid above him. As far as
doc#147 that showed against the mountain. </p><p> The valley was only a few hundred yards wide
doc#147 himself developing a case of claustrophobia. The ceiling stayed solid above them at about
doc#147 pilots were worried, they did not show it. The formation remained perfect. When the sea
doc#147 thought might contain Japanese supplies. The low clouds made bombing difficult. There
doc#147 room to make the usual vertical bomb run. The accuracy was deplorable. One of Greg's
doc#147 on a collision course. Friend or enemy? The same old question. And only a few seconds
doc#147 before he heard the two "Rogers". </p><p> The planes, light with most of the gas burned