As we made our way back to our "Secret staging area " a base simply called "Home Port" another surprise occurred." Sir," my wireless officer called to me "We are receiving new wireless orders ..yet again " "Really ?" was my somewhat exasperated reply. "Where are we to alter our course for now ?" I admit that myself and all my personal crew were at this point even more on edge. "Sir, message reads report to aerodrome in Rijeka within the next 48 hours. additional orders to follow upon…

   As I pondered my predicament a crewman knocked on my door..."At least someone knocks around here" I thought to myself..."Enter"  "Sir, we have recieved a message over our new wireless telegraph."  "Oh, great " I thought " Its already working and I wasn't made aware nor was Rollie, better and better."  "Sir?" The crewmans voice snapped me back to my desk. "Yes, whats the message?" I tried to sound nonchalant but I had a bad feeling about this.  "Sir," the crewman spoke again" message…