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    Seedorf81 reacted to Rastamon in Brief overview of where CM is headed   
    I'd pay $20 just for a Schwimmwagen single vehicle pack.   Doesn't even need to schwim.  ;-)
    It was pretty ubiquitous late war, extensively used by the motorized Aufklarungs companies (during the Bulge the 3rd co./1 SS Aufklarungs had 40 schwimmagen) . 
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    Seedorf81 reacted to kohlenklau in Brief overview of where CM is headed   
    No swimmywaggon....

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    Seedorf81 reacted to agusto in Brief overview of where CM is headed   
    What kind of person could refuse a kitten that cute her swimmwagon?

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    Seedorf81 got a reaction from agusto in Kampfgruppe Engel- New stealth tanks?   
    Hear, hear!

    There ain't to many nice stock campaigns (I still believe the MG campaigns are unpleasantly tough) and now this one is broken!

    That ain't good.
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    Seedorf81 got a reaction from waclaw in Where is Waclaws sound mod?   
    Found it and got it, installed and played it (partially).
    Explosions are very impressive and backgroundsound is a whole lot better than the original.
    Thanks again.
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    Seedorf81 got a reaction from zinzan in Brilliant!   
    Being over fifty years of age I seem to get less capable by the day. Eyesight, hearing, physical coordination; all going down the drain it seems.
    And, of course, the ability to type a reply to forum-reactions without deleting it when having written the most of a brilliant answer.
    BUT THE BATTLEFRONTBOYS HAVE DONE AN AMAZING THING! I was already cursing and swearing about the disappearance of my text, when I saw that this forum has an auto-save and I could retrieve my message! 
    Thanks BF, brilliant work!
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    Seedorf81 got a reaction from agusto in CM Black Sea – BETA Battle Report - Russian Side   
    Well, if you would have been able to avoid that Tungushka in your back, it would have been a near perfect battle for you so far. 
    I admire the way you used 1MRC to cover 2MRC. Very nice and highly organised (organized?) move.
    Question: How do you feel about getting as much of your troops as possible in built-up area's, even if that means getting them back? (Oh boy, I can already hear c3k's indignation!) No modern day combat knowledge here, but I suspect that fighting the US army in the open would spell disaster for your troops.  
    Many thanks for many days of fun. Just as during your earlier battle-reports the first thing I do when I get home from work is checking this site for new turns.
    Good luck with the oncoming slaughter..  
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    Seedorf81 reacted to pnzrldr in CM Black Sea - Beta Battle Report - US/UKR Side   
    On the north side of the hill, the remnants of 3rd Platoon were still being ground down by the advancing Russian BMP-3s and infantry.  The Platoon leader came staggering back through the forest and collapsed by a tree, falling next to the last two surviving dismounted infantrymen from his small command, both bleeding from multiple shrapnel wounds to their faces and upper torsos. 
    “Sir, are you okay?”  one asked.  The Lieutenant’s haggard face told the story as he just stared at the man in obvious shock.  In that instant, another burst of lethal 30mm cannon fire struck, directed by the thermal sights on an unseen enemy vehicle, and the officer fell forward on his face and was still.  The two infantrymen cried out in panic, then both began crawling away from the source of the fire, one whimpering in fear and the other snarling in impotent rage.

    Note:  BMP in background is destroyed Ukrainian 3d Platoon vehicle.  
    In Krichek, KPT Kovtun knew that the Russians were up to something.  The artillery  continued to hammer down, but there was simply not enough fire or probing coming from the far side of the river, especially given the destruction of one of an enemy BMP over there by his ATGM team several minutes ago.  Someone or something should have been hunting, searching, trying to pin down the missile team or flush out its comrades.  He called the BMP2 section which had moved up and taken position along the row of houses on the west, facing the river. 
    “Borsuk 11, have you seen anything?  Any activity from the far side?”
    “Nothing Viktor, hang on, I’ll move up and take a quick look.”
    “Borsuk 11, this is Vovk, Hang on 11, don’t do anything stupid.”
    “Trust me Viktor – we are good on this.”
    An instant later a Kovtun heard the unmistakable hammering of outgoing 30mm fire, over the shriek of another incoming artillery shell.  As his ears were still ringing from the tremendous detonation, he gradually heard the voice calling again on his radio.
    “Vovk, this is Borsuk 21…  Vovk this is Borsuk 21…”  with a heavy heart, already knowing Kovtun took a deep breath and replied.
    “Go ahead 21.” 
    “11 is destroyed.  We never saw what did it.  His track is burning.  No one got out.” 
    “21 this is Vovk, do me a favor and don’t DIE in the next five minutes.  Keep scanning but keep YOUR heads down.  We need your track, your cannon, and your missiles!  Stay under cover and respect the enemy’s abilities.  Vovk out.”  He passed the handset back to his RTO, making a deliberate effort not to throw it against the wall, and carefully peeling his white-clenched fingers from the black plastic.  An instant later, he took it back and spoke again.
    “Brytva 22, this is Vovk.  Move to checkpoint 2 and observe.”
    “This is Brytva 22, understood.  Moving.  I have permission to shoot?”
    Podpulkovnyk Tymoshenko stepped into the room.
    “You are committing the Tunguska?”
    “Brytva 22, destroy anything you see.  Out”  Kovtun gave his Air Defense Commander a hard look. 
    “Yes Sir.  It is needed.  We have lost too many combat vehicles, and now 11 has stupidly gotten himself and his crew obliterated.  I need a check on the south, and it must be fast, and lethal if anything is there.  Brytva 21 on the other side has done quite well, although he said he saw nothing from his new position.”
    “Absolutely.  Good, I approve.  I trust you Viktor.  Keep the fight going.  Levchenko will get here with the Americans.” 
    Outside, Major Harris drew the same conclusion from both the sounds of cooking off ammo from the recently destroyed BMP up the street, as well as the radio traffic which he and Beach were monitoring.  He too drew out his handset:
    “Guiness, this is five, over.”  As a small team, the SFAT had adopted informal call signs.  SPC O’Brian was well known for his heritage, and his favorite beverage.
    “Five this is Guiness.”
    “Need you to get over to TRP 2 like we discussed.  Seen anything? Figure you can make it?”
    “Roger.  We can make it.  The green boyos over here saw a couple dismounts earlier, but they laid into them with their AGS and we haven’t seen any movement since.  I think our move is still masked.  Same mission?”
    “Roger, just like we rehearsed, over.”
    “Guiness moving.  We’ll be back in a bit with notches on our CLU.  Out.”
    One hundred meters away, the SPC O’Brian picked up the Javelin launcher, tapped PVT Metcalf on the shoulder, and headed quickly down towards the river bridge, carefully skirting the anti-tank mines laid on either side of the road.

    At the Ukepor Power Plant, LT Lysenko grinned as he spoke into his mike. 
    “Yes, that is in there.  Fire for effect.”
    The infantry in the field had dropped from view, discouraged by a few bursts from his squad in the entry building, and the mortar spotting rounds had bracketed the position where he had last seen the Russian truck and troops.  He hoped the mortar boys would fire fast so he could shift them closer into the field.  He doubted his few men could hold off a platoon of determined Russians. 
    Starshiy Kostenko knew he was a dead man.  The 2nd Platoon private was on the ground, crawling past the body of one of his comrades, trying to follow his section leader back down the hill to the west, away from the murderous fire from inside the trees.  It was like a horrible story to tell little children.  From dark shadows beyond sight inside the trees, the forest had suddenly belched fire and flame, and all around him men had fallen.  His own thighs and cheek burned with shrapnel, and he felt the warm sticky wetness of his own blood on his pant legs as he crawled.  Suddenly, right behind him, he heard a crashing roaring clatter of sound.  He turned his head and saw the Russian beast, a BMP-3, a mere stones throw behind him.  He swung his rocket launcher around, and thought to himself how sad his mother would be…

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