Men’s Jackets: Overland Sheepskin B-3 Bomber Jacket
Men’s Sheepskin B-3 Bomber Jacket
He surveyed the books falling off the drum-style table in the breakfast room. Surely these books are a fire hazard. It’s ridiculous. Sane people give books away or sell them on Ebay.
Here is Gentlemen at Arms. The tattered cover slid downward from the block.
“He took his map and ivory scale, and worked out the angle of sight from the range and the height of the new target. The gun detachments were already at their stations. The direction was put on the dial- sight. Two men then threw the trail over with the aid of handspikes. As he shouted out the range and angle of sight, No. I of each gun repeated his words like a litany; there was a pause as the layer moved the handle of the clinometer-sight till he shouted “set.”
“Lyddite,” said the Captain. The loader thrust a shell into the breach and closed the wedge.
The Captain took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited.
About ten minutes later the telephonist, who had been waiting with his ear at the receiver, spoke:
“Mr. Miller has arrived at the O. P., sir.”
“No. I gun ready?”
“Ready, sir,” said the sergeant.
“Fire.”
The loader pulled the lanyard. There was a loud report and a sheet of orange flame.”
He set the book on the stack and picked up the putter. Time to practice.
