The re-write, or addition, or whatever is coming along well enough.
[My, aren't we just a wellspring of enthusiasm-Ed]
The reader's getting lot's of Tornado Bombers, hello 33 Squadron. Yes, I made it up. I might just call it 644 Squadron. Anyone get the joke? Poultry, poultry....
Anyhow you're going to get extra Canadians, and I think that's probably the first time that sentence has ever been written about a WWIII novel. Actually, I'm sure of it. We got a nice battle going on here, lot's of radio chatter, which alert reader[s] have noticed is my favorite way to convey battle info.
I'd talk more about this, but I'm at my morning watering hole and a couple of gal-pals just came in for a post gym gab-fest. That means shiny leggings and inadequate back coverage. Sure its not on purpose. Sure. One of 'em is a limey. I gotta go....
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