OK chaps. I almost teared up. (OK I have almost drunk one bottle of vino (red), when in France...)
I am pissed off. BUT, I want to move on from that place. (grumpy Scots Kiwi, prone to bouts of WTF)
If anyone is able to read WIRESHARK network captures then I can supply my login network traffic for analysis. (!)
(I can't imagine anyone will go for that)
I got FLIGHT SIM FEVER last night and tried out WARTHUNDER. (yes I know it's not RoF)
and it worked very well, straight out of the box. so go figure. Not really my bag but...
PC ----> ADSL router/switch ----> ISP (Isp has said they block nothing)
RoF is the only thing that has had a problem on my PC. (Steam works fine, Warthunder works fine, firefox etc)
Fourspeed: Cheers also.
Plank sat near the window and watched the urban sprawl slowly fade into golden fields with the occasional small but dense forest.
He had given up smoking decades ago but for some reason he could smell cigarette smoke, he looked up and studied the no smoking sign.
He was sure someone was smoking. He reached for his top breast pocket, which was not there and checked himself. Silly old fool.
he dozed for a bit.
The sun was blazing though the train window.
He felt the warm embrace overtaking him.
"We get Lewis guns!"
The voice startled him awake, and what the bloody hell was that smell?
The train smelled like so many men crammed into a wooden box.
He looked up, half asleep, still groggy, back in the train.
His opposite was grinning and looking a bit pissed.
(he is going to be up on a charge before we make it to the coast)
"we get Lewis guns I said!" The man was talking loudly at him.
"Of course we do you silly man, we're not knocking them out of the sky with bloody golf balls"
The chap screwed his face up in mock farce and took a hip flask of something out of his jacket, he held it out.
The train carriage was wobbling back and forth making a terrible racket, both chaps jammed in next to him were asleep.
"Have a snort of this you old basket!
Plank rolled his eyes and took the proffered flask from the bloody idiot.
He didn't want to come across as being too wet.
"You are bloody trouble aren't you, I hope you are not this way inclined in the air!"
Plank wiped the neck of the bottle on his sleeve and took a swig.
"Oh no, I am brilliant in the air! it's the landings that I have problems with!
The silly fellow took his flask back, took a swig and then saluted.
"Chief, old boy, shake hands!"
He stuck his hand out and his face broke into a broad drunk grin.
"Plank, old chap, nice to meet you. Thanks for the drink"
The two men shook.
The train rattled on and the countryside slipped by.
His new friend looked out the window and by the while a different look in his face slowly appeared.
Plank noted his friends change and said nothing.
After a while he began to doze and the rhythm of the clattering train lulled him into a shallow sleep.
He heard the sound of a rotary engine buzzing in his ear, then nothing.
He awoke to someone tapping him on the shoulder.
"Are you getting off at his stop sir?, you have been asleep for a bit".
Plank looked up at the young lady who had woken him up.
"Oh I am not sure, let me check my ticket"
He looked in wallet and showed her the ticket.
"Oh you have a bit further to go, sorry to wake you"
She smiled and went on to the next row of seats.
Plank looked around and then out the window,
the fields had turned back into houses
and the muddy tracks back into sealed roads.
He could smell whiskey.