If someone had once said to me that I would be gaming Second World War,and actually collecting them I would have shown my backside in Woollies window.But it happened. Firstly John went daft for Flames of War,and I thought collecting the Italian army was a good idea. So for my second game and to show how down with the kids I can be,John and his son Neil brought their extensive mid Flames of War armies to my house for a large thrash.
With guest Paul Stevenson, and myself as confused second in commands we re fought an encounter in France circa 1944. I think the best way to sum the game up is that poor Neil was lumbered with me on the German side,and my troops then proceeded to fight very un German like, not so much a Blitzkrieg advance,more a crab like saunter.
Luckily I was facing Paul, who had a mix of Americans and some standard British infantry and more importantly some poor dice throwing.
Poor John got a bit of a battering from Neil's Panthers, who caused a lot of damage to the main British attack. Somehow however the luckless allies, managed to suffer only a minor defeat from what seemed like a complete drubbing at one time. Overall a moral victory for the allies,but still I'm classing it as another win for me.
One of my 88's which hit nothing all game.
John sends forward his crocodiles
Neil, was very proud of his pipe cleaner smoke trails on his rockets.
John sent in his Typhoon,which should have been titled Buffoon for the damage it caused.
The final throw of the allied dice,the Sherman reserve.Things were pretty bad by then.
Still it was a great day,with lovely figures,and some good banter. What better way to spend a Sunday.
