Air Raid: Daiquiri

My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We’re bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours.

We’re coming in from the north, below their radar.


  1. Let’s hope you don’t run into a flock of flying chickens, or light arms fire tomorrow. Intel says that those are the only two things that can stop your mission in Daiquiri at 1800 hours.

  2. ‘Speaking of which, where can I go to get a non-frozen Daiquiri?’ Don’t worry Kevin. Just sit tight. Global warming will take care of your problem. How do I know? Al Gore told me so!