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ORIGINAL: BBfanboy

You have enough supply to spend some on repairing industry you need, and also to draw PT Boats at the ports if you wish.

ORIGINAL: HansBolter

Go to the industry interface and repair (yellow text) is either toggled on or off.

ORIGINAL: HansBolter

Go to the industry interface and repair (yellow text) is either toggled on or off.

ORIGINAL: BBfanboy

ORIGINAL: HansBolter

Go to the industry interface and repair (yellow text) is either toggled on or off.

If the industry repair is turned "on" and the base has over 10,000 supply, one point of the damage will be repaired at the end of the turn but it will use 1000 supply. At this stage it is probably only worth your while to repair the Shipyard. The payback time for repairing one point of light industry would be nearly three years from the time you repair the point of damage.

ORIGINAL: Commander Cody

I just caught up after a one-month hiatus. It sounds like you gentlemen know how to party. Do you ever meet up in El's neck of the woods? I hear the festivities there can be interesting, especially along the Eastern Seaboard.

Congrats on the bold invasion. In 1943 Empire doesn't print brigades for garrison duty like it does in 1944. One question: What's the potential size of the shipyard in the Pescadores (i.e. once it's repaired)?

Cheers,
CC

ORIGINAL: Lovejoy

Well done on this deep invasion! I do have a few questions, if you don't mind me asking!

Can you hit parts of mainland Japan (Kyushu?) from Taiwan?

I can't remember when B-29s come online, but do you have any bomber groups able to hit Japanese industry? If you are, it seems like you could be in a decent position to try to hamper his aircraft production.

Do you intend a China invasion/What do you think you'll hit next?

ORIGINAL: Rio Bravo

Nice to note that you are following The War College, Lovejoy. May I call you Frank?

ORIGINAL: Commander Cody

I always figured it was Reverend Lovejoy, but you learn something new every day.

Cheers,
CC

ORIGINAL: CaptHaggard

Special Communique, received 26 September 43:

****

Approaching the Island of Kulangsoo
Early morning, September 23, 1943

The port-island of Amoy, separated by a small channel from the port-island of Kulangsoo, are but two pieces of a confounding Chinese puzzle—islands adrift in a sinew of channels, bays and contributing waterways, all wedged between jutting points of mainland, one indistinguishable from the other on this stormy night.

Our convoy squadron veers away from the others, each heading to different landings. We turn—the burning transport we passed now faces us. By that relative placement alone can I determine which way lies the strait.

All along convoluted, overlapping shorelines fleet batteries hammer away, and there—on Amoy and the barely visible shoreline of presumed mainland—enemy coastal batteries answer our call to arms.

The old international settlement grows in proximity before us; despite unrelenting sheets of drizzle, many fires spread. Our navigational aid, which confirms for the outsider Kulangsoo’s identity, is known as “The Corinthian Palace”. Large, three-storied, and tiered with arches of late colonial-style, its edifice blazes white during the flash of explosions below. Obviously, in the hidden world unseen by the main of us, a rendered decision is being obeyed: for this masonic temple—prominently resting on the bluff at the base of the island’s bread-loaf rock pinnacle—is magically spared a single shell.

Gunner’s Mate Havelock slams our landing craft between the jam of landing craft; the ramp releases and slaps shore amid a percussion of other slaps, all grating into pebbled beach. Marines belch forth and swarm over crunchy surf six fields right of the harbor.

I am a polite man. I am a patriotic man. I do not wish to stand in the way of American Progress—Progress which, on this early morn, is attired in Marine fatigues.

... in other words, after humbly being reminded of a spongy mattress on faulty springs when I finally stand, I am particularly careful to be the last man off. As I totter forward, Gunner’s Mate Havelock has the notion to make our secure landfall more secure by gunning the engine. The crunchy beach digs in, the landing craft bolts and jerks and I am cast loose to fly over lowered ramp—

That is the last thing I remember.

Lt. F. Q. Bloomquist-Rose
SPECOP Haggard Group, USNR

ORIGINAL: Lovejoy

ORIGINAL: Rio Bravo

Nice to note that you are following The War College, Lovejoy. May I call you Frank?

I had to look up that reference[:D]

Call me whatever you like, just don't call me Shirley!