Hammerhead

[grizzlymc]

You can't play a euphemism with a mouth full of gateaux.

[FreddBloggs]

You sound like a stripper I used to know.

Hey I keep my hobbies and work separate you know.....

[BaronVonWreckedoften]

Only LT can lose a large terrain piece.
It's quite an achievement.

Not really, when you've got as many as he has, they all start to look alike.

[grizzlymc]

Sort of like an Asian army?

[levied troop]

Well, it's all set up, the little village of Aix en Pains awaits the barbarians:

[goat major]

Fantastic. Hope to see you tomorrow

[BaronVonWreckedoften]

Is this your "Rommel: my part in his WW1 experiences" game? Looks excellent (whatever it is).

Hardly worth taking it down, given that Partizan I is only three weeks away.

[Jeremy]

Looks fantastic as usual LT!

[Purple]

Awesome! That’s certainly a cheeky teaser.
I hope I wake up tommoro

[levied troop]

Is this your "Rommel: my part in his WW1 experiences" game? Looks excellent (whatever it is).

In 1914, the future Field Marshall Erwin Rommel was a 22-year-old Lieutenant commanding an infantry platoon and leading it into action in the early days of World War 1. He wrote up his very first action in the book ‘Infanterie Greift’ (Infantry Attacks) as an aid to his students in 1937.

To quote from Rommel directly:

“Major Bader sent me on ahead to explore the road. Having been on there go for nearly 24 hours I could scarcely stay in the saddle. I turned my horse over to Hanle, exchanged my automatic for his rifle and deployed my platoon. In skirmish formation we advanced toward Bleid through potato fields and vegetable gardens. Suddenly a volley was fired at us from close range. We hit the dirt!

Later volleys passed high over our heads. I searched the terrain with my glasses but found no enemy. Since he obviously could not be far away I rushed toward him with my platoon, but each time we charged the enemy withdrew hastily. I went on ahead with Sergeant Ostertag and two range estimators; I peered around the corner of the building. There scarcely twenty paces to the right I saw 15-20 Frenchmen standing in the middle of the highway, chatting.

Was I to bring up the platoon? No! Four of us would be able to handle this situation. We jumped out from behind the building and standing erect opened fire on the enemy. Some were killed or wounded on the spot but the majority took cover behind steps, garden walls and woodpiles. Thus at very close range, a very hot fire fight developed. A shot just missed my ear. I had to load fast, aim calmly and quickly and hold my aim. That was not easy at twenty yards, especially since we had not practiced this type of fighting in peacetime. My rifle cracked; the enemy’s head fell forward on the step. With a yell we dashed down the village street. At this moment Frenchmen suddenly appeared at all doors and windows and opened fire. Should I wait until other forces came up or storm the entrance of Bleid with my platoon?
The latter course of action seemed proper.”


The players take Rommel's part and see if they can achieve his objective while keeping the nutter alive to collect his Field Marshall baton. Or not.