BrotherSurplice

I've said before, but I think the NTC campaign might be my favorite across all of CM, precisely because of that sharp focus. Each mission and decision point serves a cohesive purpose, and the whole doesn't outstay its welcome.
I do think the final scoring might be a little scuffed, but I'm not sure it matters really.

Rumour has it that once upon a time there was discussion on something called Combat Mission...passed into legend now.
Yes, I think it's a lesson in the importance of walking the terrain; only the most careful of terrain reads will help glean what the enemy's likely COAs are. I think, and from what I've gathered reading from others who have shared their experiences, that a lot of individuals assumed the Soviet MRB would pound forward. The high ground to the American left dominates any route of retreat (if someone chooses a delay in sector), so that is obvious. Likewise, a 'straight in' approach to the main American position would never be a likely route in:

The washboard terrain and the forest tiles just make it a natural obstacle to movement; hence my selection of EAs being in the pass itself, and then to my extreme right flank. 
I saved the ENDREP file and I've had a look just now. Soviets gained 350 for their phase lines, and 1253 for dismounts. I'm unsure if that's intended or not, but whatever the case, I know from my own mission making experience just how esoteric the point allocations can be for units. I actually am okay with the minor defeat; I think that type of controversy captures precisely the early eras of the NTC. As we all know, the OPFOR always cheats and often wins ;). 

 
Now, I think this is a good segue into a brief discussion about the purpose of the campaign. In short: I have nothing but praise for the NTC campaign. I truly do believe it exceeds at some points the difficulty of the US campaign, which means its doing its job. I also think it is a perfect headshake to those who are used to 'look down, shoot down' equivalents for NATO mechanized units from SF2 and Black Sea. What surprises me is how slow the realisation can be for some as they play through the campaign. The first mission being a shock to most should be no surprise, by the second mission they should be experimenting for answers to the questions asked by the OPFOR. By the third mission they should be perfecting their methodology on how to defeat the OPFOR.
So I won't mince words, any vagaries of the scoring system aside, this is a rough result for the final mission; I think the execution at the platoon scale more so than the TF scheme is where I let myself down. The formula I learned here I will put on display as we turn to the shooting war in Europe in subsequent chapters of the AAR, and with much greater efficacy, if I say so myself. 
I spoke recently with @domfluff about why the fictional titles seem to be so focused in what points their campaigns are trying to make, and I do think it is because they aren't beholden to having to try to recreate a historical situation. That means, with artistic licence, they can make a point through a series of plausible scenarios. By contrast, Road to Montebourg is a massive, masterpiece-effort campaign, but it has no real thesis beyond "the bocage is tough" and capturing the actions of three separate battalions from three different regiments. The NTC campaign, by contrast, is a perfect example of our point that fictional situations can ease the task of a campaign maker to demonstrate something. It clearly sets out to prove a point: that technological supremacy is nothing without a clear tactical doctrine; the OPFOR have one, by the end you should too. 

@Rinaldi, this was intended to really push the player to the limit.. and it sounds like it did just that.  You played it exactly like I had hoped someone would, using the terrain as a force multiplier. I purposefully and painstakingly built in all of the little wadis/gullies and other terrain features from satellite photos so this type of maneuver was possible, so I really appreciate your approach.
Another really fun read.. I especially appreciate seeing an AAR of this battle, as very few people have reported on it... it can be a humbling scenario if you don't approach it in the manner you did, aggressively and with flexibility. 
Not sure if something is wrong with the scoring, or if the fact that the OPFOR attained their terrain objective is what pushed them over the top.  Maybe @George MC can comment.

Yes but, how does this relate to Ukraine? 😂 Couldn't help myself.
Anyways, fantastic writeup as usual! I'm sure many heads will pop at the performance here.
I am also curious at the scoring for this mission. I recall there was some kind of bugged scoring with this mission but was under the impression that it had been fixed. @Bil Hardenberger any idea what could be going on here?

We're back; and we're here. The end of Part 1 of this little project (don't worry, I've already typed up Missions 03 through 06 of the 82 campaign). Red pass. The big one. The centrepiece. 
Chapter 2: Counterattack at Red Pass!
October 21st, 0630 hours. Somewhere south of Hill 644.2.
“I am expecting a pure MRB, with no frills. Probably coming in three echelons, a MRC each, and you can bet the bottom dollar those lead MRCs are going to go for the flanks and hold the shoulders for a final assault on your main positions…”
It was the TF S-2 talking, addressing the three company leaders. They were stuffed into the TOC, and the close proximity was rapidly driving the temperature and humidity up to unbearable levels. It was affecting Wren’s ability to focus, but he willed himself to concentrate on the briefing. It was an important one. This was their final test. The TF had a hard-fought 20th of October. The heavy team and C Company had spent themselves unsticking die-hard enemy reconnaissance elements and an MRC in the vicinity of Hill 644.2. They had succeeded, but so comprehensively ruined was the tank-heavy team that they had been functionally disbanded, and surviving tanks folded into platoons in the rifle companies. The TF had gone firm to lick its wounds and await the OPFOR counterstroke, the topic of the briefing. The Battalion scout platoon, well forward and in good hides, had identified the main effort: Red Lake Pass. B Team’s area of responsibility.
The S-2 finished, and the LTC stepped forward.
“Gentlemen, step outside and catch some air, and follow me.” They tumbled out of the TOC and followed the Old Man around its side, to see yet another sand table. They looked expectantly at their chief. Slowly and deliberately, the LTC took a marker meant to represent B Team, moving it onto a mound of sand representing Benchmark 2108.

“As you know, the engineer platoon got chopped up pretty badly during the last attack. They don’t have enough men to go around to dig us in before the OPFOR are expected to go in. To my mind, that makes the coming fight an ultimately offensive operation.” He paused to meet his subordinates’ gazes. He clearly liked what he saw, continuing, “we’re going to assume some risk here, I’m going to shore up C Team with your – “he nods at Wren “M150s and a rifle platoon, they’re also going to get most of the engineer support. A Team will also provide M150s to C.  That should allow them to hold a larger-than-usual frontage and make up for their losses. That will free up A Team as a reserve. Once we confirm the main effort is in B Team’s sector, I’m going to let them off the leash to counterattack. B Team’s going to fix them, attrit them, force ‘em to dismount. Then A team is going to finish them.”
Wren liked what he was hearing, and it was completely in line with his own aggressive thinking. The TF had learned from the Brown Pass fight that the way to counter the OPFOR’s clockwork-like battle drills was to get them off balance early and often, and counterpunch frequently. His combat team being halved for the battle was disquieting, but he knew fortune favoured the bold. It was a solid plan, based on excellent intel, and he knew the terrain would allow him to push his thinned-out company to maximum effect. He looked up to see the LTC studying him, as if trying to read his thoughts. Finally, the boss said: “Captain, tell me how you intend to fight the initial battle, and we’ll plan around it.”
“Well sir, as I see it, we’re going to have to accept a decisive engagement to take advantage of our superior dismounts. The Tanks are going to have to fight forward to force the enemy to deploy and to feel out their main effort. With some range cards and sufficient fire support, say priority from the 155 battery and some combat aviation, we can bleed them at range well enough to fix them close. I’m envisioning two engagement areas…”
Eight helmeted heads crowded around the sand table as Wren outlined his basic plan with emphatic gestures and sweeps of his hand. They would need another hour or so to flesh it out on the map, and another two hours after that to walk the intended ground with their platoon leaders and fire support officers, but the nucleus of a winning plan had formed. Wren’s defence was aggressive and scrappy, and more importantly, shaped an excellent flanking counterattack for A Company. 

Later that morning, Wren and his counterpart in A Company explained the taskings to their own subordinates.
Initial Tasking:
-  B Company (-) – Task: Fix
o   Tank Platoon (-) – Raid to Benchmark 2108. With the following attachments:
1st Squad, 1st Platoon FO, 1st Platoon o   1st Platoon (-) – Task: Occupy main BP vic. Benchmark 2124.  With the following attachments:
Company HQ Tank section o   Mortars – Task: Priority of fires to 1st Platoon (-). Position in “Sandy Wadi”.
o   Company FIST: OP on Benchmark 2124.
Reinforcement:
-  A Company (-) – Task: Flank
o   Tank Platoon
o   1st Platoon
o   2nd Platoon
Fires and Combat Aviation:
        Cluster 155mm at H+5; and        1 x Flight of Cobras at alert 15. Though Wren’s team did little more than follow and support during the night attack to seize 644.2, the job of clearing out die hard infiltrators had inevitably caused some losses. Most of 1st Platoon had suffered at least one or two men critically or lightly wounded in the squads, and they were down a basic load of ammunition from the sporadic fighting and patrols. More critically, two TCs in the tank platoon had been wounded by mortar fire earlier that morning, leaving two tanks understrength. Wren opted to take those two tanks into the main BP, where proximity to the infantry and OPs would hopefully make up for the crew deficit.
They were as ready as they were going to get. The men of 1st Platoon rested in shifts, and improved their fighting positions throughout the morning, awaiting word from the TF scouts about whether the big one was indeed coming their way. The sun reached, then passed its zenith, baking the men and causing much discomfort.
Then, came word: 40-50 vehicles were approaching the dry Red Pass Lake. Ten minutes later, a lone scout track came barrelling through what was going to be EA Red and pulled back along Bitter Springs MSR. Wren, deployed forward of Benchmark 2124 with the sniping tanks, could see it for himself: a massive cloud of high, hanging dust in the distance. A veritable stampede. It was 1250 hours.

The horde advance with alacrity, and by 1255 hours he could begin to spot individual vehicles through the dust. It was the main element of the MRB, just as the Battalion S-2 predicted. Travelling well in front of the main herd was a platoon of BMPs, in line, coming right down the middle towards Point 606.1. Artillery began to crash several hundred meters off Wren’s right, along the goat trail that constituted Bitter Springs MSR, smoke shells began to billow among the explosive bursts of HE.

“Bravo 26 send to Papa 66.”
“This is Papa 66, go ahead” – An unfamiliar voice, one of the Duty NCOs at TOC, responds.
“Bravo 26 reports contact with enemy main body.”
“Bravo 26, this is Papa 66. Roger your last. H-Hour, H-Hour. Out” – The Old man himself is on the horn now, announcing the start of the planned final battle.
It was 1300 hours.
“Bravo 26 send to Bravo Tango. Get your men moving, out”
“Bravo Tango: acknowledged”
1LT Harmon’s tank section, on this signal, moves out in column. The company mortars, monitoring the net, provide pre-arranged smoke to mask this movement. The destination: the rolling hills on the company team’s left flank.

It only takes them two minutes to arrive at an appropriate attack-by-fire position. The two carriers rolling with them, carrying 1st squad of 1st platoon, and the FO, roll on towards the more complex terrain.

Harmon pushes his men up for a quick attack by fire, but the engagement proves frustrating. Such a mass of enemy targets are impossible not to identify, but at such extended range, the small, speedy BMPs make difficult targets. Little is accomplished, and the 1LT doesn’t waste any further time in the position: he signals with his hands from his cupola, telling the section to orient on him.

As the tanks pull back into cover and rumble on, the promised priorities of fire from the supporting 155 battery are released to Wren.  The battery is immediately tasked to fire on the building concentrations of BMPs along Benchmark 2033 and Point 606.1.
From his OP position, well forward, Wren can see more BMPs entering the area. It appears to be another company. Like the lead forces, this unit initially speeds across the dry Red Pass Lake, but then wheels smartly to the north and disappears behind Benchmark 2108. Are they heading for 1LT Harmon’s position?  

1LT Harmon is trying to remain calm. There’s a lot of combat power driving right at the rest of the Company, and the compulsion to rush is almost overwhelming. “Move deliberately” he chides himself. “Slow is smooth and smooth is fast” he repeats to himself, mentally. The sandy desert floor was treacherous, and his tanks were likely to throw a track if they rushed unduly or made too sharp a change of direction. Nevertheless, he pressed his men on as fast as he dared. It took just shy of ten minutes to reach a second attack-by-fire position. This time, gunnery is much more satisfactory, aided no doubt by the fact that the BMPs are entering terrain they had previously ranged out. A BMP is destroyed at Point 2033.

More and more BMPs array themselves on and around Hill 636.2 and Benchmark 2033. Harmon isn’t sure what they’re waiting for, but he’s glad they’ve stopped. His tank section continues their attack by fire, doing berm drills to avoid the growing attentions of his erstwhile targets, and the volleys of Sagger missiles they send his way.
Then the artillery ordered by the CPT arrives. Bomblets immediately make an impression, and another BMP is flamed in the beaten zone, compelling BMPs to fall back in a hurry.

The retrograde movement is fleeting. The moment arrives: the mass of BMPs, despite the discomfort of the artillery fire and Harmon’s flanking fire, surge forward. The MRC that had earlier disappeared to the north reappear, forming up only a ridge away from Harmon’s positions. Wren is able to raise his tank platoon commander on the net and inform him of the impending threat. A strained acknowledgement is received. To his relief, he sees the three M60s swiftly pull back and orient to face this.

Would Harmon be able to hold with just three tanks and 12 dismounts? Pulling back to the main BP in time is simply out of the question. Wren winces, realising that to have asked such a small force to punch out so far forward was a mistake: he just hoped it wouldn’t be a fatal one. Little further time could be spent agonizing over the matter, as another MRC competes for his attention to the southeast. They are straddling the Bitter Springs MSR and flanking to the south.
“The S-2 will be glad to hear how correct he was about the enemy scheme.” He thinks bitterly.

Despite how well-predicted and doctrinal the assault was, it hadn’t done them a whit of good. Astonished by the pace of advance, they haven’t whittled down the lead OPFOR units anywhere near as much as they had hoped or planned. There was no time to dwell on that now. Nor was there time to alter the scheme. Wren was experienced enough to know to do so would only cause undue, possibly fatal confusion.
“Time to get in this fight.”
Scrambling down the sandy embankment, Wren rushes towards the nearest M60, waving it forward. He hoped that as the range closed rapidly, his own gunnery would become far more accurate. He had high expectations that this forward sniping position would put a hurting on the BMPs as they entered EA Blue. 
As the M60 rumbled up the ridge to a firing position, the SPC commanding the (under-strength) tank slips into the turret and slams the hatch shut behind him. His wingman, no doubt alerted via the platoon net, shortly does the same. One of the pair expertly two BMPs in as many shots, but before it can pull back into cover it is struck by a Sagger missile from somewhere to the north.


The other M60 also finds success. It flames a BMP with its first shot, destroying it even as it attempts to return fire with a missile. A second round impacts on the next nearest BMP, which explodes with such violence that a third, trying to skirt around its stricken comrades, is also knocked out. 


The sudden violent attack by fire sows confusion, briefly, among the OPFOR . The BMPs must slow their rate of advance to push past their burning compatriots and deploy back into an effective line. CPT Wren and the surviving M60 take this opportunity to make good their escape, falling back across several ridges and washes to take position in the main BP.


 *** To 1LT Harmon what is happening several hundred meters to his right may as well be in a different universe. He is entirely preoccupied with the immediate fight, which rapidly descends into what can only be described as a confused melee.
Upon being warned by the CO of the impending attack, he had just enough time to deploy his three tanks into somewhat effective battle positions. There was a massive blind spot on his left created by a low spur, and the best he could do in the time he had was to give vague orders to the infantry NCO to get over there and “deal with it.” No sooner had he given that unhelpful order, then the first OPFOR BMPs crested the ridge to his immediate front.
All three TCs dropped into their cupolas, slamming their hatches in near unison. Three cannons snap in quick succession. Harmon had failed to assign any fire sectors. 3 HEAT rounds smash into the same BMP, which shudders and explodes violently. 

The next couple of volleys are better controlled by the hard-pressed platoon leader, and three more BMPs are destroyed. The OPFOR surge roars forward, almost heedless, and Harmon realises they’re going to go right through him at this pace. He urgently orders the tanks to retreat, heading for a ravine in the rear slope.

Chaos reigns. Harmon bounces between the vision blocks in his cupola, in an attempt to figure out what the hell is happening. He’s astonished to see a BMP surge right past his tank, beelining into a scrub-filled ravine to his rear. Slewing the turret with the override, he gives the surprised gunner firing point procedures, even as he sprays frantically with the .50 calibre. The BMP is knocked out.

“There’s a freakin’ BMP to our front, it’s practically kissing us!” it’s his driver on the intercom. Even as they were dealing with the BMP to their rear, another one had charged right at them. Harmon hadn’t even realised. The Gunner, calmer now, quickly slews the turret. The vehicle fills the entire FOV of his sight. At this range, he cannot miss. The BMP explodes in a fireball. Harmon’s two wingman tanks report their own successful engagements in similarly messy, point-blank scraps.


The attached infantry are equally astonished to see BMPs driving right past them, their firing ports flashing and winking with rifle fire. Having grabbed as many LAWs as they could before dismounting, they are able to destroy several BMPs from the flank and rear. 

The M113s, hidden away in the washes near their dismounts, are likewise able to knock out a pair of BMPs, firing into their sides and rear.

Belatedly, a few surviving BMPs disgorge dismounts, who try to work their way down into the washes. They are able to knock out the M113s as they crest a ridge but have more trouble dealing with the dismounts. In a shootout right out of a Western, they are sprayed down at close range and forced to retreat.

It’s chaotic, it’s messy, but it ends decisively in Harmon’s favour. In two extremely confused minutes, he has removed an enemy company from the larger fight. He takes a minute, trying to restore his situational awareness (and his frayed nerves). The head count takes longer than he would like, and his stomach drops at the thought that all his dismounts are dead. The M113s don’t answer, and his worry mounts. Finally, breathing heavily, the FO NCO reports in and confirms his left is secure. He is also able to re-establish contact with the company HQ via radio and gives as accurate a SITREP as he can, given the circumstances.
“Good, we’re still in this fight.” He concludes.
“Alright, we need to sweep this ravine for any stragglers we missed. Gunner, scan every BMP, some might be playing dead and waiting for a chance shot. Driver, advance. Speed: 1.”
***
Wren is equally focused on his immediate fight, and after having guided the surviving M60 into a good hide, has once again taken as exposed from which he could control the battle. 1LT Voegt, from his position near Benchmark 2124, reports the OPFOR beginning to dismount within EA blue. It's an excellent sign; the enemy would be basically fixed in position as they tried to climb up around the flanks with their dismounts first, at an infantry pace. 1st Platoon and the surviving M60 are now decisively engaged.  It is 1320 hours.

Then Wren’ radio squawks:
“Alpha 26 send to Bravo 26: we are now exiting Sierra Whiskey.”
Sierra Whiskey – the Sandy Wadi. A Company had arrived, with impeccable timing.

Risking a somewhat lengthy radio message, CPT Wren does his best to update his counterpart on the current situation. The decision ultimately lies with A Team’s CPT: the counterattack is on…but how?
Leaning out of his command track’s hatch, the newly arrived leader takes a moment to gather his thoughts. The thrust on the northern flank sounds like it had been stopped cold, if not destroyed. He could push his team in that direction, wheeling right to hit the enemy engaged in EA Blue from the flank and rear. Alternatively, he could push his entire team into the main BP and engage the deployed enemy head-on. He had to decide, and quick. Ultimately, he chooses the bolder option, rationalizing that wheeling right through B Team’s tank platoon would:
Reinforce a success Help mop up any straggling or infiltrating enemy; and Avoid a complex forward passage of line through the main BP and into the teeth of an attacking MRC.
Ordering a tank section to take a support-by-fire position near point 632.1, the rest of A Company (-) move out of the Sandy Wadi in column, keeping Point 632.1 to their right, and begin their attack. He informs CPT Wren of his scheme of manoeuvre. All 1st Platoon and its attachments must do is hold on. Cluster munitions shift, in the meantime, to deny the ground the OPFOR are attempting to advance through. The hope is that it will buy enough time to vector Cobras onto the surviving enemy.
As A Co roars forward and through a brief danger area, the number 3 tank from the company’s tank platoon foolishly halts to engage a BMP several kilometres distant. It misses, badly, and is immediately struck by a Sagger missile for its wasted effort. The tank platoon leader can only swear to himself and urge the rest of his callsigns to be less foolish.
 

It only takes a couple of minutes to link up with 1LT Harmon’s surviving callsigns. The hard-pressed armor officer was still rooting out surviving enemy dismounts and BMPs that were scattered around the ravine. In the hide-and-seek firefight that resulted after the melee, he had lost both M113s and one of his tanks had been damaged by a BMP’s 73mm gun. The point element of A Company arriving swings the balance firmly back in Harmon’s favour, and they announce its arrival in style, the lead tank knocking out one of these sheltering BMPs.

As the tanks advance, they take small arms fire from surviving OPFOR dismounts, they report it for the following infantry and press on to link up with Harmon. The combined two tank sections take effective hull down positions and attack by fire. Despite the long range they are able to knock out several BMPs at the edge of EA Blue are knocked out. 


The enemy attack appears to be stalling, the main effort in EA Blue reduced to a bloody dismount-forward assault. Then the OPFOR helicopters arrive. Despite the VADs best efforts, the pilots skilfully evade and devastate the company mortar platoon with gun runs and rockets. The weapons platoon leader is killed in action during one of these attacks.


While frustrating, and devastating to the rear area of B Team, it doesn’t give the attack the impetus it needs. The BMPs, taking cover as best they can in the washboard-like terrain in EA Blue, fill the air with Saggers, searching out for the surviving M60 which has been making a deadly nuisance of itself, ably directed by Wren into, and out of, firing positions.


 Eventually, however, the M60’s luck runs out. An enemy Sagger finally strikes, disabling the tank. Nevertheless, the MRBs losses rise inexorably. The “battlefield calculus” is overwhelmingly in A and B Team’s favour thus far.

Back in the ravine, 1st Squad from B Team’s 1st Platoon continue to root out enemy dismounts. They are shortly joined by the infantry from A Team, who dismount behind a low berm and effectively engage the enemy, who have expertly and calmly sheltered in any fold of terrain they could find. They take casualties, but the firefights go overwhelmingly their way, often aided by the M113s.



The battle is reaching its climax. The surviving BMPs are fighting gamely from decent cover, and at least of company of enemy dismounts are continuing to advance. Wren gets on the horn:
“Bravo 26 send to Alpha 26.”
“Alpha 26 here.”
“Cobras are telling me they’re Winchester and we’re in a firefight here with multiple dismounts. If you’re going to make a move, make it now. Out”
The stress is evident in Wren’s voice, and it spurs A Team’s leader to action. He tells his tank platoon (-) and to get moving, and the unengaged 2nd Platoon to follow and support. The three M60s do one final jockey into a firing position, scanning for targets, then roll up and over the ridge. 

The tanks surge forward, aiming to hit the rear of the OPFOR’s formation. Advancing on line and at a steady pace, they hose down the washboard terrain with coax, in an attempt to keep the OPFOR dismounts pinned. Despite the volume of fire, the platoon leader’s tank is disabled by a die-hard RPG gunner. Nevertheless, the two remaining M60s push through and begin to sweep away the surviving BMPs.

While the balance of A Company is driving into the MRB’s flank and rear, its 1st Platoon, having finished mopping up OPFOR infiltrators, climbs Benchmark 2108. A beautiful sight greets them. Excitedly, the platoon FO requests for priority of fires. “We got the whole logistical tail of the MRB here!” – He gets his fire mission. Several minutes later, the 155 scattering the soft skins that are taking cover behind Hill 636.2 and destroying two.

The roaring battle slowly peters out, as A Company’s 2nd Platoon root out the enemy from the washboard terrain.

Even at this late stage, the OPFOR dismounts fight tenaciously. Almost all of them must be killed in close assaults by the riflemen. None surrender.

Then, the radios across the Taskforce crackle: “End-ex, end-ex, end-ex.”
The fight is over. Indeed, the battle and rotation are over. The burning vehicles and the dead men fade into what they really are: blinking MILEs lights and disappointed soldiers sitting cross legged on the desert floor, signalling they are “killed.” To Wren and the entirety of this TF however, it was real enough. This final fight was nothing short of harrowing. The OPFOR were relentless, quite literally storming through their positions at times.
While the field of ruin that used to be an entire enemy MRB is a gratifying sight, and would appear to be clear evidence of a smashing success for the TF, determining who won was a matter of difficulty. 

Controversy ensues during the final AAR. The observers and evaluators can hardly agree among themselves how to rate the TF’s final performance. The OPFOR brigade commander, the NTC coordinator, ultimately declares it a minor defeat. He cites, absurdly to Wren’s mind, the dismounted losses taken by A and B Company Team as being unsustainable. Worse still, CPT Wren is criticized, though not with enthusiasm, for accepting a decisive engagement.

The TF commander is lauded for his aggressive plan, and equally importantly, for trusting his subordinates with planning and command decisions. The LTC had the idea, and a framework, but how it was accomplished was rightly left to the two CPTs who would have to fight the actual battle.
The tank losses are brought up and are bitterly criticized. The US Army CPT who was leading the main MRB battalion (the OPFOR always lead “one up”, so a LT often lead a company) is conspicuously and noticeably quiet throughout the debriefing. Wren and his counterpart in A Company take this as the greatest sign of how the battle really went.
The vivid image of the MRB’s logistical units’ MILES indicators blinking in the desert heat was evidence enough for the officers and men of the TF. The criticisms raised did ring true, and the NTC had shown itself to be a harsh master. Years later, men of the TF would say it was, in many ways, harder than the real thing. The OPFOR pushed through often murderous fire with a unity of purpose and fearlessness that no unit could maintain in the face of such heavy losses. Real men in a real battle fear death, are awed by the sight of burning, twisted metal and flesh, the howl of artillery and the screaming of the wounded. No matter how realistic the NTC was, Wren mused, a self-confident OPFOR could never be convinced to halt their attack when they are simply resurrected for battle the next day.

Despite this, the TF had won. This rotation was firm proof that the Soviets, the real opposing force, can and could be defeated.

@Rinaldi, at least they gave you a bit of a challenge this time. Your stuff is easy to read and your graphics are perfect.
Well done.

Both highly recommended reads, that have graced my book shelf for quite some time.

I think there's some criticism to be made, with hindsight, of some of Bolger's sources, but the book is a product of its time and he worked with what he had to hand. As a resource for future map makers and scenario designers though it's a goldmine, I agree. 
Now, without further ado...
 
Chapter 1.2: Pursuit, Interrupted
 
16th October, 1300 hours
It had taken much longer than Wren was happy with for the order to resume the advance to be given. Problems had developed at the Brigade level, with the neighbouring task force reporting extremely heavy resistance as they conducted their own movements to contact. The hold order, Wren found out, was born out of a worry that the spread-out companies of his own TF would get defeated in detail or hit in the flank by the enemy’s reserves, which had clearly not been needed elsewhere.
So, both B Team and the surviving OPFOR bided their time and licked their wounds. All was not still, though: violence had occasionally punctuated the time since his morning’s fight had ended. Mortars, and the odd machinegun burst had kept both sides’ security elements discomfited, and had equally frustrated the infantry’s attempts to dig any type of scrape in the rocky desert floor.
Wren had hoped he could make the most of the late morning to reconstitute and rearm his forces. No such luck, however. The Battalion trains had been incredibly overstretched between the widely separate teams and canalized geography. The Battalion XO had managed to push forward much needed fuel to his tracks and tanks, and even hot food for the men. Nothing further was forthcoming. The TOWs, already low on ammunition, would have to make do with what they had. He was likewise running low on Dragon missiles in his rifle platoons.
Worse still, his tank platoon was still down to only three effective tanks. With no crew casualty replacements, the stricken tank was too undermanned to be worth a damn, and he had sent the disappointed crew back to Battalion. The Platoon leader’s gun would require legitimate maintenance, and he was effectively a machinegun bunker. Command devolved to SFC Rosenberger, the tank platoon NCO. Vehicular woes did not end there, two M113s had broken down (little surprise, given the state they were in when his unit collected them) late in the morning, and they were still in no condition to fight by H-hour.
Nevertheless, word had come down at 1100: B Company Team was to pursue and destroy surviving enemy in vicinity North of Brown Pass. The rest of the tank platoons were being returned to the control of their parent company and would follow and support Wren’s efforts. It had now become a Battalion-level affair, to a degree. H-hour had been set to 1300 hours. He had been warned by the TF’s S-2 to expect the enemy to redouble their effort with the injection of more combat power in his AO, likely armour. The time had come.

The plan was simple: Hug the same key terrain he had anchored his company on earlier that morning and attempt to continue that right-wheeling attack his unit had been completing when the stop order arrived. He integrated an air and artillery interdiction effort, once again, into the scheme; making the most of his trip back to TOC to liaise with combat-aviation and the Battalion FIST. Fires would land, and Cobras would prowl about on the likely axis of advance for any reinforcing enemy armour. Wren did not feel fully satisfied with the plan: it was predictable and merely a repetition of the morning’s efforts, but it was what he could do with the little time (and resources) he had. It would have to do.
B Company team had assembled once again in the small bowl that denoted the exit from Brown Pass. Just like that morning, the lip of the bowl provided an excellent battle position and location from which to provide cover. Sure enough, as soon as the lead vehicles creeped into a hull-down position to establish such positions, they reported and destroyed a lone BMP. The assaulting forces snake forward even as this occurs.


Something's up...and something's wrong.
The SBF and the point elements all report the same thing: enemy dismounts retreating from PL Chariots towards PL Stripes. Why fall back now? Wren ponders.
Whatever the OPFOR have planned, for now, Wren doesn't interrupt his own. It only takes a few minutes for 2LT Bunting to report his dismounts and Rosenberger's tank section, in position. They will form the anchor on the mountainous left flank. The infantry, established on the cliffs, have set up OPs/LPs and anti-tank blocking positions. The tanks take an attack-by-fire position at the base of this same terrain and begin coaxing the enemy infantry earlier seen falling back.


All is soon revealed when the SFC reports that he has contact with enemy armour, in about company strength, approaching from the north.
A flurry of code words are fired over the net, signalling the pre-arranged artillery and combat aviation missions. Cobras, loitering to the west, swiftly respond and take firing positions. Artillery confirms fire for effect with cluster munitions. The intention is to give the OPFOR armour a hot reception. Too hot of one.
It doesn’t quite go as planned. The flight leader of the pair of helicopters reports coming under heavy fire and cancels his engagement after only a single clear-cut kill. They must evade swiftly, practically bouncing off the desert floor to break radar lock and line of sight. Having anticipated more of the same from this morning, the OPFOR commanders had attached a “Shilka” – an anti-air gun tractor – to the relief force.

The vehicle spits out fire like a dragon, breaking up the Cobras’ attack without much effort. Rosenberger announces he is beginning a direct fire engagement, but two tanks M60s fighting off an entire armoured company is long odds by any measurement.
Then the artillery weighs in. The T-72s boldly surge through it and are out of the danger zone quickly. Wren and his FO scramble to begin shifting the fire. 

Having emerged from the maelstrom, the T-72s open fire. It is only the combination of excellent hull-down positions and frequent jockeying that spare Rosenberger, his wingman, and the supporting positions from being removed from the fight immediately.

Things, to put it mildly, were not looking hot. CPT Wren knew he had lost control of the battle. There was little he could do now: he had played his cards, and the OPFOR hadn’t even looked at them. A direct-fire engagement was roaring across the entire length of the desert and all the infantry and their carriers could do was find some cover. The Sioux were closing in, whooping and hollering, and all his command could do was return fire, as best they could, and await the Cavalry.
Return fire they did. B Company’s heavy-hitters were stationary and in good cover, whereas the enemy was in the open and on the move. Speed protected the OPFOR to a degree, but they would need to halt, or slow their rate of advance, to give accurate return fire. Despite the mounting pressure on their battle position, Rosenberger’s wingman puts a T-72 down. Then, the TOWs secure two kills themselves, exhausting the remaining ammo on these vehicles. 

The fierce defensive fire buys precious minutes. Under heavy fire and mounting losses, the OPFOR Tank Company leader issues brisk orders to begin advancing more cautiously. What was once a surging wave becomes a series of aggressive bounds. Fire becomes much more accurate, as a result, and Rosenberger’s luck finally runs out. In swift succession, his tank, then his wingman’s, are destroyed. One burns fiercely, its entire crew killed.

With the tanks duelling at extreme range, Wren finally feels secure enough to attempt to get back into the fight. OPFOR dismounts were still attempting to filter back to safety, and he reintroduces himself to the battle by ordering the M113s from Bunting’s platoon to move forward and engage them. They put down heavy enfilading fire, and the hapless enemy fall steadily to the thumping fire. Bunting’s M60s can reach out at this extended range, albeit less effectively, to add to this fire.
Reports confirm that about 5 OPFOR T-72s are still operational. Slowly wrestling the initiative back from the enemy, Wren begins coordinating with his supporting assets a renewed joint-fires effort on the now stalled-out enemy. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until these assets could be guided onto target. Realising that the enemy ADA was still out there and exposed, Wren tells his counterpart to prioritize the Shilka. He gets an affirmative response from the tank leader.


“This is Tango 26. Roger Bravo 26, we’re going to go for that ADA. Wait one.”
The imposing line jockey forward and backwards over the next couple minutes, again duelling with the T-72s, as they search out for the high value target. A SSG on the third engagement spots the Shilka, and in a remarkable feat of gunnery, guides his gunner on for a kill.

“Tango 26 send to Bravo 26: tell the birds they’re in business. Out.”
CPT Wren, and the surviving elements of the company team, had at last found their equilibrium. A plan had formed in his mind, clear and apparent, and involving all elements. Risking excessive radio communications, he runs it past the Tank Company leader. The aggressive-minded cavalryman agrees without much hesitation.
He issues his orders: 1st and 2nd Platoon’s Dragons to work forward on the high ground and engage T-72s on the left flank of PL STRIPES, Renfro (and the sole combat effective tank) to take his platoon and carriers to mop up the enemy dismounts, all the while the Tank Company surged forward in bounds towards STRIPES. Mortars would support Renfro, air and artillery the tank company. It was just similar enough to the original scheme that the pivot could be done quickly and without confusion, but unlike the original plan, it properly involved the tank company.
The Dragon gunners get moving, hustling to be in position before the air and artillery signal the start of the attack. Soon they are putting fire down on a pair of T-72s hidden from the Tank Company’s sight. They report no penetrations, but the heavy hits undoubtedly effect, to a serious degree, the enemy armour’s ability to participate in the coming fight. 


Then the combined fires of the Cobras and cluster munitions renew. No radio communication is necessary, with the tanks getting a primetime view of the cluster munitions impacting among the enemy’s positions. Their young 1LT issues the order to attack. Wren, hanging out the cargo hatch of his command track, sees this movement over his right shoulder, and orders his own men to go.

The T-72s, now largely stationary, feel the impact of the cluster artillery much more keenly. It disrupts their return fire, as the bomblets cause spalling and much discomfort within the fighting compartment of the vehicles. The initial bounds of the heavy company proceed unmolested in large part thanks to this.


The OPFOR had not been idle during this impasse either, however. Their own artillery falls on the assembly area of B Co, and Bunting and Renfro’s men find themselves chased all the way back to their M113s by impacting high explosives. A Dragon team are cut down. Despite the heavy fire, the Company is able to remount, and make it away and clear out of the heavy shellfire before more misfortune can befall them.


Armour begins to dominate the fight, though not entirely. As the heavy team fights slowly forward, bounding by platoons down from the high ground, Renfro’s platoon is able to hit OPFOR dismounts in the flank, sweeping along the plateau just in front of PL CHARIOTS. It’s hardly a battle. Exhausted from their morning ordeal and caught in the middle of a raging firefight between two groups of tanks, the OPFOR are swept away. 

The friendly tanks bound through, and past them, and report PL CHARIOTS crossed by 1328 hours. Then, inexplicably, the enemy armour rumbles out of their hasty battle positions and once again attempt to surge forward. The firefight rapidly accelerates to a conclusion, as the outnumbered T-72s take a shellacking from the M60s. 


Outnumbered and outgunned, by 1333 hours all that remains of the OPFOR armour are shuddering, popping wrecks, most burning fiercely. The hard-bitten OPFOR dismounts scatter if not compelled to surrender, and escape and evade into the desert, no longer a coherent fighting force. Those that survive the trek back to safety will be in no condition, physically, to fight.

Exhaustion blankets the two companies and like an insidious fog, it slowly creeps across the entire task force. Heat, thirst, hunger, the release of adrenaline, and sheer physical fatigue root men to the spot. CPT Wren and his sweat-soaked counterpart from the tank company have difficulty even getting their swollen tongues to move when they deliver their situation reports back at the TOC:

To everyone’s immense relief and satisfaction, the LTC, after hearing their reports, had some good news: They were getting 24 hours for much-needed maintenance and rest. Then, between the 17th and 19th of October the unit would be in the Northern Corridor, conducting live-fire exercises. They would be spared the attentions of the OPFOR until after that time.
The officers and men of B Company, salt-stained, hot and exhausted, slept like the dead that evening. 

Continued...
Wren had been monitoring the fight, listening to Bunting control the point element. Things appeared to be going well, but he could tell the pressure was on. Each report from his senior platoon leader was rising an octave, a sign he knew well from countless exercises was a sign of stress. He urged the main body of his force on, because it was clear that contrary to fixing the enemy, Bunting appeared to be getting pinned himself. By 0908 hours, Wren and the balance of the company team arrived in the hasty fighting position. The cross-attached armour platoon under 1LT Harmon pushes forward, taking hull down positions all along the ridge.

The moment had come to take the fight forward. Wren required only a couple of minutes to appraise himself of the situation, his track nudging itself in next to Bunting’s. Whilst the company leader was briefed by his point platoon leader, the company mortars set up a hasty firing position. They were soon firing a repeat mission at the OPFOR dismounts, who were still working their way around the right flank of the Company’s position. 

The situation was still very confused, but Wren was able to come up with a straightforward scheme of maneuver based on what appeared apparent:   He knew there was remnants of a BMP platoon to the right flank, practically on PL Toto. 2nd Platoon would sweep and clear them off the heights with priority of company mortars. Tank platoon (-) to punch straight towards PL Yazoo. TOWs and the rest of the tank platoon to support by fire. Air power, if he could raise it again in time, would support. 1st Platoon to remount, rearm, and follow and support (2). 
It was a good plan, all things considered, but it was based on shaky info in a highly fluid situation. Wren was still giving his tasking orders when 1LT Harmon broke in with a contact report. A single T-72 had just been knocked out by his unit at close range, and there was an unspecified amount of BMPs making smoke and driving (once more) towards the high ground on the right flank.

FO teams that climbed the craggy cliffs on the left flank firmed up these reports in due course. The OPFOR appeared to be going all in on the Company’s right flank, and Wren duly modified Harmon’s mission to sweep to the northwest, rather than directly north, to account for this.

Wren keyed his microphone, and issued his FRAGO:
“All callsigns this is Bravo 26. Orders: Situation. One times Mike Romeo Charlie approaching north, vicinity phase line TOTO. Mission. Destroy. Groupings and tasks. Bravo 22, move northwest, orient north, assault one times Bravo Mike Papa platoon.  Bravo Tango, you are the main effort. Move towards phase line YAZOO, orient northwest. Provide one times support tango each to Bravo 24 and Bravo 22.  Bravo 21 and this call sign, to follow and support Bravo Tango. Bravo 24, continue with current task. Acknowledge and questions, over?”
A satisfying chorus rolled in over the company net from his platoon leaders, all repeating some variation of acknowledgement and indication of no questions.
Supporting by fire, the TOWs open the engagement, reaching out to touch the enemy as they began to expose themselves in their approach.


The OPFOR increasingly show signs of being disoriented, caught off guard. What had been a single-minded effort to seize key terrain was becoming a fight for survival. The worm was turning, with initiative firmly passing to Wren’s company team. Roaring forward in column behind a wedge of three M60s, Wren was greeted by the satisfying sight of his joint fires coming to bear. His hurried call for further gunship support had been answered, and he could see TOW and rocket fire creating havoc, black spires of smoke testament to their effect. Then, a few hundred meters to his front, he could see Harmon’s M60s fire a volley. The RTO’s radio crackles, and the young PFC awkwardly hands the receiver to him in the cramped cargo space:
“Bravo 26 this is Bravo Tango. Am engaging three times B-M-P, repeat I am engaging three times BMP, you may want to hold your callsign back sir, out.”

Somewhere off to their right, 2LT Renfro’s reinforced platoon was snaking forward in column, forming the right arm of a pincer. Renfro did his best to ensure his group kept, as far as the terrain allowed, the main effort in sight. He knew Wren intended this attack to be mutually supporting.
“Bravo Tango send to Bravo 26.”
“This is 26. Send.”
“Have engaged and destroyed three times BMP. Am resuming advance. Out”
The enemy’s second echelon had been caught in the open and devastated by the balance of the tank platoon. What the slow-moving sweep does not kill, the overwatching TOWs and trailing tank does. Caught off guard, the BMPs attempt to make smoke and reverse into some approximation of a hull down position. Their dismounts likewise attempt to find cover, but most are chopped up badly by the M113s. It is a testament to the professionalism of the OPFOR that, despite the unfolding disaster, they are still able to put down heavy, often accurate, return fire. One tank is penetrated and suffers crew casualties, and Harmon’s tank has its main gun damaged in the exchange. The BMPs die hard, but die they do.


Harmon’s Platoon NCO, who had been in the trail tank with the TOWs, now moves forward to take over for his leader, whose disabled tank falls back. With most of the BMPs destroyed, the fight returns to the infantry, and surviving OPFOR dismounts fight tenaciously from every scrap of cover and concealment the terrain can provide. Renfro’s unit mops up the shattered BMP platoon, .50 calibers thumping as the infantry bound forward.

One of 2nd Platoon’s Dragon teams identifies two BMPs in ambush near the main effort’s position, and duly report and engage them. The wisdom of ensuring the platoons remained in mutually supporting distance is made clear by this incident.

By 0918 hours, Wren’s command group and most of 1st Platoon had outflanked OPFOR dismounts by climbing Hill 165.5 and had begun to pour fire down their flank. Despite the dominating position, the American infantry take accurate, shockingly accurate, return fire. Three casualties are suffered in the exchange, but the result is preordained. Bunting, with the other half of the platoon, bounds forwards. With grenade and bayonet, the OPFOR dismounts are either killed, wounded, or captured. It is an ugly, intimate firefight – not what the casual observer would expect in desert terrain.

By 0926 hours, the fight is over. Individual survivors are picked off, caught in a crossfire between the vehicles of 1st and 2nd Platoon’s as they attempt to escape the close assault. Word filters down from brigade, to TOC, from TOC to Wren: ceasefire, assume a hasty defense and stand by for further orders.
 
***
The lead OPFOR battalion commander was perturbed. This was not the type of aggressive response he expected.  He was not an overly prideful man, he knew a battle lost when he saw one, but he was also not accustomed to defeat. Not on his home turf. He could turn the enemy’s success into defeat, the enemy Battalion was pushing through separate passes, outside of mutual support, and the company-sized force that had just savaged his combat reconnaissance patrol and forward security element was now out on a limb, outside of the mutual support of its sister companies.
He knew he needed to redouble his efforts and try to catch the enemy while they were either rearming or attempting to pursue his lead force. The surviving forward officer reported his men were going firm, as was expected of him, to try and fix the enemy for as long as possible.
“Adjutant, get me Regiment. Request release of the armour reserve.”
They would be ready by this afternoon. It should be soon enough.

Thank you, truly. I enjoy the NTC, so much more so when compared directly with the Soviet training scenarios. Which leads me to address this: 
 

Yep, and it clearly accomplishes its goal and it's useful to do this. In reality too, but only to a degree. It's a good first port of call but without more organic training scenarios (like the NTC) it leaves an individual with a superficial understanding. Which you will see when we get to the Valley of Ashes part of this, but you already know how that one ends. 
In the game the NTC gets people used to three things very quickly: good enemy soft stats, functional technological parity and taking losses. People either choose to accept those realities going into the title, or put it down and go back to Shock Force 2. 

Man, crickets on this? Really? Good to know Putin has won the PR war on the CM forums without even knowing this place existed. 
 
Another great chapter. I’m sure the performance of CPT Wren at the NTC is likely to make some heads explode. That is, if they touch grass and take a long enough break from Ukraine posting. 

Boeing Yard, Fort Irwin, California
CPT Wren could feel a very strong headache coming on. It wasn’t the unbearable, searingly-dry heat, (well, it was the heat in part) so much as it was the logistical nightmare his company, and his Battalion Taskforce writ-large, had been dumped into. They had just arrived at the Boeing yard, serving as an initial assembly and equipment collection point for their rotation at the National Training Centre. The officers and senior NCOs were in absolute, collective shock at what greeted them. They had left most of their equipment behind at Ft. Stewart, with the promise that they would be provided with well-maintained, pre-positioned gear on arrival at Ft. Irwin.
The sight of the Battalion XO standing amidst the metaphorical wreckage, hands on hips, with an evil countenance on his face revealed how stretched the truth of that promise had been. If looks could kill, the MAJ would’ve struck down every civilian contractor in the yard by now. The displeasure radiating out of the Battalion XO was echoed by the companies’ XOs. Wren’s second in command, 1 LT Booth, looked like he was contemplating homicide whilst talking with the civilian contractors mounting MILEs gear to the Company’s M150 tank destroyers.
They had left behind relatively cutting-edge equipment, which they had left in top shape, back at their home posting. What greeted them were older models of M60 tanks and TOW launchers, lacking the excellent thermal sights they had come to rely on. The TF’s sister battalion that had just come back from rotation had never warned them about this. They had been put through the wringer and had warned his unit that the infamous OPFOR didn’t play by the rules.
Looking over at the rundown, dated equipment in poor repair, Wren couldn't help but feel that this was part of an elaborate plot to put them off balance before the rotation even began...
Chapter 1.1: The Hasty Attack
 
Near Brown Pass, National Training Centre, Fort Irwin.
The operations group had gathered around a sand table, essentially a scaled-down presentation of local terrain, to plan how they would kick off the mock war for the barren, craggy desert. Wren could feel the sun beating down on his exposed neck as he looked down. He had wisely kept his steel helmet off for the briefing, preferring a patrol cap. It offered some slight relief to the sensation that he was in an oven, and that he particularly was being burned in the pan.
The immediate mission was straightforward, in principle. Brigade had informed them that the lead elements of an enemy Motor Rifle Regiment (MRR) had entered the area of operations and was suspected to be heading towards one of several passages through the corridor. The enemy’s general intent was not difficult to divine: secure one of these features and allow the regiment to debouch onto the desert and deploy for an attack. The TF was to establish contact with the enemy’s forward elements, fix them and, if possible, destroy them. Follow up operations would then commence against the main body of the MRR.  
These first fights would devolve to the companies. The NTC was intended to train the army to fight a step down, that is, a company was expected to go toe-to-toe with an OPFOR battalion, and a battalion with a regiment. It was a tough ask. It put a lot of pressure on guys like Wren, but it also forged these junior leaders into the backbone of America’s army.
The NTC’s entire concept was one big, tough, ask. It had thus far put units, sometimes inadequately trained, always under-equipped, against a dedicated opposing force, or OPFOR. The US Army had played around with the idea of an opposing force before. What had resulted was a hokey B-movie routine simply called the “Aggressors.” They had no foundation in reality, no equipment that bore any relation to something in service, and failed completely to reflect any one of the many likely enemies the United States would face. The Aggressors, like the men who were tasked to portray them, had nothing worth fighting for. Units that rotated in to display them liked getting killed early and often, so they could get a hot meal at the mock casualty clearing stations. It was schlock, and the army had known it.
Fort Irwin, it’s dedicated OPFOR, and the MILEs system (think one giant game of angry laser tag) had changed all that.

This OPFOR had one task: play the Soviets better than the Soviets themselves, and brutalize their enemy whilst doing so. The fact the OPFOR was also expected to meet training standards as a US unit made it a nightmare opponent: a ruthlessly competent enemy that knew your playbook back-to-front.  The first bunch of battalions that had rotated through the NTC had come away shocked, and not infrequently in tatters. Wren’s TF had the advantage of learning from these initial rotations. Two TFs from sister brigades in their division had already gotten their NTC-issued hidings and had diligently and openly disseminated their experiences. They were, theoretically, the best prepared unit yet to come prepared for the fight.
This was their first opportunity to prove that. The Battalion S-2, a highly competent officer with a Master’s in psychology, had put his money down on the idea that the enemy’s lead elements would head for Brown pass. Wren’s area of responsibility. Considering this, the TF Commander had indicated he was willing to throw significant weight behind his company team. Combat aviation, and armour retained under task force control for support of his team, if need be. There were two courses of action: let the lead MRB come through the pass and hit them hard in the bottleneck or push through and find them in the open. The resources his CO was willing to allocate would change depending on the decision, but he trusted his CPT enough to reach one on his own and held his peace as to which he would have preferred.
Wren thought for a moment…Allowing the enemy to come through the pass was the “textbook” solution. It was canalizing terrain and would allow him to get the most out of his company team. It would be a mainly defensive operation, greatly aiding his chances of avoiding heavy losses. Thing is, textbook was obvious. The textbook made for poor reading in this situation, thought Wren. The first option ceded initiative to an OPFOR he knew was lean and mean on the offensive, especially one going to plan. He interrupted his thoughts with a question:
“Are you able to allocate me any of the scouts?” he asked his CO.
“No can do. We need them to tie into the armour battalion TF operating in the Southern Corridor, they can’t put dismounts in those hills as readily as we can.”
If he fought in Brown Pass himself, he would need to seriously contest the high valley mesas, or else the OPFOR would get observers up there and make any type of hasty defence untenable due to artillery fire. He wanted scouts for that, rather than have to put too much load on dismounted foot patrols taken from his platoon. The CO’s answer settled the dilemma. Wren reached over and pushed the little blue block representing his company team through the pass on the sand table.

He could see in his mind, the actual terrain leaping up around him. Wren had always had an eye for terrain, and he knew he could make the most of it here. The “open” ground north of Brown Pass was anything but. It was a series of plateaus, a giant natural staircase, that provided good cover to all but the tallest of vehicles and would allow a commander (on either side) to switch from a long-range engagement to a close-in one at a moment’s notice. The exit of the pass also had a craggy pair of mountains, impassable to vehicles, but perfect for dismounts. Pushing through would make that terrain all his. He intended to use it to its fullest effect.

Preparing for tomorrow’s operations meant it was going to be a long night. Wren, his hard-pressed XO and the platoon leaders had a lot of work to do to make the plan a reality. Wren also had to find the TACP, frustratingly absent at the briefing, and try to integrate the combat aviation into the plan, as he wouldn’t be able to have it “on call” and flexible once the rounds were flying back and forth.
***
16th October, 0900 Hours

They were through Brown Pass, without any enemy air interdiction. At least, 1st Platoon was through. So narrow was the defile, so real the threat of OPFOR air attack, that the Company team was deliberately strung out. This meant that, for 2LT Bunting’s forward group, if there was a fight, it would be his alone for some measure of time. His job was to fix the enemy for the rest of the Company team to manoeuvre aggressively. It was an important, high-risk task and a sign of the trust Wren put in his senior platoon leader. With Bunting’s platoon was the two M150 TOW vehicles, on loan from 1LT Benner’s platoon. The group was moving in staggered column, along a sandy trail, towards a low ridge that denoted the northern mouth of Brown Pass.
Bunting, riding in the lead M113 with a Dragon team and the assigned forward observer, looked over his shoulder. A pair of Cobras was providing intimate support and were hovering just behind Hill 165.5. Suddenly, one of the Cobras raised itself up a bit more and fired off a TOW missile with a hiss and a pop. Contact?

Contact! Urging his track forward, his driver cautiously nosed the M113 in fits and starts up the ridge. Calling a halt, he could see high, hanging dust clouds in the vicinity of PL “Yazoo”, one of several reporting lines to help the TOC track the advance of both B Company and the OPFOR. It quickly became apparent that multiple enemy BMPs were moving fast towards the mouth of the pass. More than he could handle in an open fight. Bunting reacted fast, and with clear-headedness. They had expected this. The Cobras were making the enemy squirm and push with haste, that could play to his advantage. The little bowl his group was in was excellent defensive terrain from which he could pin the enemy. Signalling over the platoon radio, as well as with his hands from the cargo hatch, he ordered his squad tracks into an umbrella-shaped defence.

The flying column cover being provided by the Cobras was showing its worth. Behind excellent positions, the Cobras took turns launching TOWs, which raced at knee-height over the desert to slam into BMPs’ flanks. Wren, hearing Bunting’s contact report, got the word back to TOC quickly. The planned F-16 strike went in 5 minutes after the initial contact report, and they laid their clusters in, presumably with devastating effect.


The OPFOR recon leader stayed calm. He must have known his best bet now was to get forward and to grab the enemy by the belt. The BMPs surged forward. They would be in Bunting’s perimeter within minutes if the Americans didn’t react strongly.

The TOWs weighed in, however, at Bunting’s command. They fired from excellent hull down positions along the low ridge he established his fighting position from. To Bunting’s chagrin, their first few shots are wildly off target. The TOW crews were inexperienced and clearly a bit awe-struck at the sight of a company of BMPs ruthlessly pushing through air attack. It takes two engagements to finally find their nerve – and their targets. A BMP burns.

Then the enemy weighs in with their own fire support. A thunderous crush of artillery impacts just to the left of Bunting’s track. He buttons up to avoid the angry, buzzing shards of shrapnel. The OPFOR artillery is off target but still denies a large part of this excellent battle position to him. More alarmingly, it kicks up the high, hanging dust Bunting has already learned defines the NTC’s desert terrain. Soon his attached TOWs are telling them they can no longer actively engage threats through the dust. ****, this is going to get close and messy, thinks Bunting.
“Earl, get that ramp down and get your ass out with the Dragon, get up there!” he screams to the mounted Dragon team, ducking back down into the cargo compartment.  “Evans, get posted somewhere on this ridge and the Chucks going!” he continues, calmer now, to the attached FO.

The BMPs were only 600 meters or so away now. The vagaries of the terrain were making themselves felt. BMPs were flitting in and out of sight, and the TOWs continued to have trouble engaging, only managing to pick off the occasional BMP.
SPC Earl, the platoon’s Dragon gunner, calmly sets up on a bit of the ridge, determined to cover the short front of the Platoon’s BP. He ignores the artillery, as best he can, and adopts the awkward cross-legged firing position, waiting for the first enemy to pop up over the plateau. A pair of BMPs shortly obliges him, even halting momentarily, to his delight. One is shortly burning. The TOWs catch a lucky break soon afterwards and tally two more BMPs.

In a furious five minutes, Bunting’s small force and air cover appeared to have mauled an enemy company. There was no time to rest on their laurels, however. Another platoon of BMPs, seeing the carnage to their front, smartly pull to their left, disgorging dismounts and creating smoke, and then surge past Bunting’s right flank, towards Point 199.1. Through gaps in the smoke, Bunting is able to track the line of enemy dismounts, and he spots in the distance even more BMPs – the enemy’s main security element?
The Cobras have ceased fire, displacing so as to avoid enemy anti-air fire. A wise move, to be sure, but a poorly timed one from Bunting’s perspective. He has no way of raising them quickly again, lacking a direct communications line to them. It was entirely his fight now.  
Movement is key to any defence, but especially a hasty one. The TOWs were ordered to displace to cover the burgeoning threat on the right flank, but this takes them dangerously close to the enemy artillery fire. The TOW crews find themselves constantly ducking back down to avoid shrapnel.

Nevertheless, they can re-engage, picking off a few of the flankers. 

Then, out of the smoke - and through its own artillery - surges a single enemy BMP. Bunting, too focused on the immediate fight, had never strictly given orders to his squads to dismount in the reverse slope. Luckily, his experienced NCOs read in between the lines and dismounted on their own initiative and had liberally handed-out LAWs to their men whilst doing so. The BMP is engaged effectively by these disposable rockets and is swiftly knocked out.

 
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This is a beefy chapter, and I don't want to bore you to death...bite sized chunks. To be continued (as for the Normandy DAR, the backlog of photos do was larger than thought, apologies). 

I have been slowly playing through Cold War's campaigns and standalone scenarios and have been completely blown away with the fidelity of the singleplayer experience. The AI plans have almost universally been some of the best I've seen in any title. It's been immersive. As I often do when I play, I started snapping pictures and making small gifs. When I arrived to scenario 3 in the US Campaign I thought "I should start making an AAR." So, I paused, went back to play the NTC campaign, a few of my favourite scenarios from the Soviet perspective, and started writing. 
I've learned two things: I can't write to save my life, and I really enjoyed it regardless. I already have 6 AARs completed of my experiences and will share them with you all, if only to distract. They strike a more narrative tone, but I have done my best to explain the tactics and decisions. I will label the scenario/mission at the start of every AAR. Without further ado...
 
Prologue:
Kiev Military District, Ukraine SSR.
It was a clear, late spring day somewhere south of Kiev. The open pastureland was starting to show the signs of recovery following the harsh winter. Grass grew tall and the sea of mud was firming up into dry terrain. To any casual observer it would seem a scene of idyllic pastoral calm.

It is a façade. The calm is shattered in an instant, and a brutish ballet begins.

A thunderous barrage deforms and rapes the landscape. It builds to a howling, shrieking crescendo. A cacophony of mortars, howitzers and “Grad” rockets form the orchestra. The impacts smother two wooded hills with a mix of high explosive, smoke, and chemical irritants similar to CS gas. It was all the fury and violence of war, at its apparent worst.
This was not war, however. Merely a facsimile of it. An exercise. To the stern-faced evaluators observing from several kilometres away, and the attached state TV camera crews, it was real enough. Real enough for citizens of the Soviet Union who would watch these scenes play out on their TVs, real enough for Western defence analysts who would pore over every frame of the video, and real enough indeed for young conscripts sat waiting in their tanks and personnel carriers a few kilometres away, in readiness behind a low ridge.

Belly crawling forward among tree, bush and scrub on this same ridge, were more of these young Soviet conscripts. These men were equipped with heavy weapons:  machine guns, recoilless rifles, grenade launchers and potent anti-tank missiles. They would soon make their presence felt, reaching out into the roaring inferno across the open field, destroying any target they could see which remained unharmed from the bombardment. Their missiles began reaching out, flying towards real and simulated targets. TV cameras panned, keeping up with the missiles, visible as green dots against the background.


The evaluators would duly note “hits” recorded by these weapons and, using an intricate set of rules and modifiers, adjust the amount of fire (and therefore casualties) the unit would be deemed to receive when they began their attack. The prospects were good: everything appeared to be within nominal parameters for this drill. The artillery was on target, the missile fire accurate.
As the artillery fire began to abate, the MRB commander – a tough, professional soldier who had been through several prestigious state academies and had seen service in Afghanistan – knew the time was right to begin his attack. Ensconced within his personnel carrier, his voice simultaneously filled the headset of every vehicle commander of this force: begin, armour forward, came the command.
A company of T-64s, a marvel of Soviet technology and a demonstration of its single-minded design philosophy, rumbled up the ridge they had sheltered behind. Taking effective hull down positions, their imposing 125mm cannons crashed out in volleys, striking targets on the forward edge of the forested hills.

The fire is deemed highly effective, scoring several “kills” of enemy vehicles.  With this report crackling through his headset from the tank company commander, the MRB leader issues the next orders, this time via pre-assigned codeword. Repeating himself so there could be no confusion, he tersely speaks: Hornet, hornet, hornet. The unit roars forward as one.
Again, the tanks lead, pushing up and over the ridge at top speed. They fire, with much less accuracy now, on the move, too fast for even the gyro stabilizers to compensate. It is no matter, movement now is key, rather than fire. 

As they pass the exposed area, their rate of advance slows again. Their fire becomes highly effective once more, volleys crashing out across the valley. The observers would note “losses”, of course, losses would always result as an attack neared an objective. They were well within normal parameters, however. What was expected, acceptable, in the science of the attack.

Then come the personnel carriers, surging over the ridge. They move with alacrity behind the armour, in two extended lines.

With pinpoint timing, the artillery fire redoubles on the wooded hills, once again smothering the MRB’s objectives. Any surviving enemy who would chance a shot at these vulnerable vehicles would undoubtedly be discouraged by the howling high explosives.

Again, losses are incurred by the observer/evaluators. Not enough, however. Again, everything is within acceptable parameters.
The MRB closes with shocking speed, crossing several hundred meters in only a few minutes. The momentum and impetus is irresistible. Most of the tanks halt 500 meters away from the wooded tree line, redoubling their fire into and around it. A handful of T-64s move forward with the personnel carriers to provide intimate support. They close the distance aggressively, moving through the final rounds of their own artillery. This particularly impresses the camera crews, still diligently recording, delighted at the realism of the exercise.


The vehicles rumble into the woods, their heavy machineguns thumping away at silhouette targets meant to simulate enemy infantry in their foxholes. Then, the orders come: “Dismount! Forward!” Soviet infantry scramble out of rear hatches and side doors, over engine decks, and into action. Units move in an extended line, firing bursts from their assault rifles. Occasionally, a squad halts at the knee, spraying down foxholes with automatic fire and rocket propelled grenades. They press forward, moving with astonishing speed, newer conscripts desperately sucking for air as they gallop forward.

Leaning out of the hatch of his command vehicle, the MRB commander witnesses his forward companies safely debussing on the objectives. Smoke, as planned, begins to land at the edges of the hills, isolating them from one another. Exultant, for he knows his unit is performing excellently, he urges forward the remainder of his force. Not onto these terrain objectives, these are not of the greatest importance, but beyond them. Breakthrough.
The tanks form into two columns and  roar through the hole ripped in the enemy’s defence, and the MRB commander pushes his command group, air defence vehicles and his third company through in the vacuum they create. They fire as they move, riflemen spraying the smoke-shrouded treeline from open cargo hatches on the rear of the personnel carriers.


***
“15 minutes.”
“What was that, comrade Colonel?” the TV producer asks, overhearing the supervising Colonel despite the dull thuds and crunches in the distance.
“15 minutes. That’s the average time it usually takes to complete this drill.” He explains.
“Is that good?”
The Colonel laughs, “Yes, 15 minutes is quite acceptable… this commander has done it in 12.”
The dismounted infantry may take hours, in reality, to comb through the wooded hills and defeat the surviving enemy infantry. That they would suffer heavily whilst doing so was not in dispute, nor was it of any particular importance. Even the uninitiated TV crewmen could deduce that. The real takeaway, the true objective, was that most of a tank company and an entirely unscathed set of motor riflemen were through the enemy’s defensive position. Havoc would ensue, and the destruction of the notional enemy unit was almost presaged. What the Colonel observing knew, and that the TV crewmen did not, was that inexorably, inevitably, behind this breakthrough would come a tank battalion, then another regiment, and then entire brigades. Victory would follow. It was as simple as that.
Notes/Thoughts
So, the scenario played here was "Soviet Tactical Doctrine 1 (MRB)" by Miller. I wanted to play because I thought it would make a great little compare and contrast piece to how the US would have to do things, especially in the NTC campaign. It's also just a solid concept for a mission, and a trend that I hope continues. For the absence of doubt, I played it straight, precisely as the briefing guides you to do. 
I also think there's some subtle criticism to be made, through the scenario, of how we know the Soviets trained in reality. Big, choreographed exercises. Useful for producing units that knew a series of SOPs and battle-drill evolutions, perhaps not as useful for producing units that know how to keep pushing through when BTRs and BMPs are exploding. They weren't organic like say, I feel the NTC was. Keep that in your minds for now. 

Been binging the news nonstop - have barely got any work done. Stay safe, Haiduk - and others who are less visible but in the conflict zone. All right minded people are with you.
Speaking of right minded people, how telling it is that so many of the usual suspects have fallen silent on these forums. I hope you stay silent, you silly little men :). 

Hello,
Today I am going to be playing the What-If scenario "A Man Can Die But Once." Its fairly simple, the remnants of 2nd Para under Lt.Col Frost have to hold out for about an hour until the spearhead from XXX corps can arrive to liberate them. In this first post, I'm going to go over my disposition and the first few turns.

Here's the general map setup, I've already positioned my forces; red lines indicate German advances. My overall strategy is going to be a fairly simple one. Hold Bridge W and Bridge E open to make the eventual relief by XXX corps as smooth as possible.

 
Let's go over individual strong points, starting with bridge west:
 

Bridge East:


 
My limited supply of AT mines have been used to help keep the main bridge secure in hopes of keeping German vehicles from being able to use it as a platform to support advances onto the two bridge objectives.
 
Forces not in these two objectives have been generally clustered around the middle around the town prison:
 

 
My hope is that this central position keeps them relatively safe from german firepower and clever use of breach charges may make it possible to sneak through the building complexes and set up ambushes.
 
An isolated AT ambush has been set up along the main road:
 

The first few turns go fairly relatively smoothly. A heavy German motor barrage wipes out 8th platoon HQ with a direct hit to their building. Other than that, the barrage wounds a few but doesn't prove too disruptive.

Down the street the first few German vehicles are spotted as they begin their advance at 1 hour 57 minutes. The first vehicle spotted is a basic Stug with some supporting infantry.

Shortly after, an armoured car is spotted.

Then a Panzer III makes an appearance.

More German infantry are spotted and move up to the destroyed buildings on the far left of the main road.

A few surprises await them:


The German MG42s try to return fire
 
But the mixture of crack Vickers and sniper teams begin to take their toll:



A German Stug moves up to try and support the infantry, the British Paras decide to punish this brazen action:


I have put them on a brief pause and fire command, before they are to hightail it out and through the backyards. Another team is meeting them:

One PIAT team misses, but the other scores a direct hit on the Stug's armour skirt, forcing it to retreat. Obviously, a kill would have been better, but forcing the Stug to retreat does at least deprive the advancing German infantry of direct fire support for a moment.

 
The Paras escape without a casualty and blow holes in the walls so that they can escape:

While all of this is going on, a German squad has been trying to flank around through the Church, they are met by a relatively intact Para squad with plenty of ammo:



The bodies keep piling up, and eventually the German squad is basically wiped out. The Paras sadly lost a single squad member (a rifleman) and will likely be occupying this position for a few more turns.
 
That brings me to the end of this first post, we are about 7 turns in. So far, so good, but the increasing number of German vehicles worries me.
 

How come the Russian's never chime in about how crappy their stuff was?(asking for a friend). All I hear is how crappy the TOW, Dragon, LAW, M735, M60A1 and all the other systems are and believe me, in game they are all crap. But Ivan never chimes in? 

Heh, no we have other issues, not the least of which we are a nation everyone wants a piece of, too few people on too many resources.  In our case we have employed a parasitic strategy where we link up with a friendly empire and essentially become a vassal state, UK first, now US.  It is smart, if unpalatable for many (so we lie to ourselves), as it trades our national resources for security at a pretty decent exchange rate.  Internally we have got as much baggage as anyone else.
Look, every nation on earth is like every family on earth...we all got issues.  Dragging this back to the game, national strategy directly influences military doctrine and employment.  In the USSR it was one of "big scary dog, which will attack if 1) we are really afraid or 2) see a chance to get away with it."  Either way, in CMCW we went with Soviet offensive doctrine because it simply made sense in context of the game. 
Now if you want to do a campaign or series of scenarios based on a fictional break up of the Soviet Union leading to civil war or forcing a Western intervention a la Coyle's The Ten Thousand, hey go for it.  The strategic context is plausible at least and you would get NATO offensive action in the region.  We considered it but we were already "what if-ing" and didn't want to stray too far from history and the actual forces that were postured to fight on the most likely battlefields of the day.

Get a better computer, man, idk
 
Wait I thought you saying the games run like crap was just me cherry-picking in the first place?
Can you fill me in on your narrative, I'm getting confused.

Ah, ok so we want to switch to contemporary.  You see all those orange dots labeled "Russian troops in occupied territories", ya think there is an ongoing trend here?  A trend that might just lead the West to thinking that Russian intentions are a little less than defensive?
Again the West is definitely not on the side of the angels all the time but the entire USSR/Russian addiction to invading things gets everyone on edge, which may very well be the desired effect but don't come on an internet forum and insult everyone by saying "oh no, they are being totally forced to do so because the mean old West".  
As to nukes, well what do you think is keeping modern Russia at bay right now?  That, and economic actions which would cripple it.  But we have to put up with these temper tantrums for a while yet, apparently.

Did not want to forget this one.  I have never heard of a conventionally offensive plan in the West for Europe but that does not mean one did not exist.  The issue here is one of posture and not planning.  The NATO war machine was defensive in posture through and through.  It did not have the numbers or capabilities to even come close to a reasonable strategic offensive in this theatre.  It would have seen us trying to attack a numerically superior force with shortening supply lines while ours got much longer.  The West had watched Napoleon and Hitler try it and fail gloriously so there was little to no appetite to take that one on.  Which hits the final nail in the "US/NATO were planning to invade and take all our goats" theory; political will.  There is no way the West could have convinced all the NATO states to even get involved, it would have broken the alliance to even try.  Hell NATO could barely hold itself together on a good day let alone propose dying in numbers to attack the Soviet Union.
Instead the US went the other way, outcompete and out spend, something they were very good at and the communist system was not or at least the Soviet version of communism -the jury is frankly still out on the Chinese system.  The US buried the Soviet Union in a contest it could not win and in fact fractured the the entire thing while trying.  I argue the USSR broke itself trying to sustain strategic offensive options.  If the USSR had simply said "ok we are defensive only" they could have buttoned up and spent a lot less and maybe survived for another 50 years...but that is my personal theory and would need a lot more time and study to prove.

No it doesn't...what do they teach you kids in school these days?  Pointing out obvious biased and subjectivity does not automatically make one bias and subjective...what kind of logic is that?
You keep coming back to the nukes, which is a totally separate discussion but let's have it.  You own numbers demonstrate that the USSR was not content with a defensive set of options.  Nuclear deterrence is not a question of one-for-one.  All one needs to do is demonstrate that you have enough second strike capability to destroy an opponent and you have successful deterrence.  The USSR had 600 nuclear weapons in 1960 and almost 10k in 1985..why?  Well the West had exactly one card to play.  Based on conventional capability (remember all those Soviet tanks, guns and divisions) the West was very concerned that it was going to lose and had to have second/survivable strike capability to keep nuclear deterrence in play.  The Soviet Union which already had the conventional superiority was chasing strategically offensive options not defensive ones.  Of course the whole thing got farcical towards the end as both sides had enough to wipe each other out several times over.
So no, not "defensive only" by a long shot.  We had an aggressive empire which had actively tried to expand on the periphery for years, that already had conventional superiority in Europe chasing nuclear parity, if not superiority.  How does any of this smack of "defensive in nature"?  I argue the "brainwashing" is occurring at your end because I am willing to fully admit the West and US were doing the same thing globally.  The West was very offensive strategically, plenty of evidence to prove that one particularly in other dimensions of power; diplomacy, economic, information and definitely culture.  In the Europe, however, they were militarily defensive only because that was all they could afford to be.
In short from the western perspective the only thing keeping the Soviets at bay was the nuclear equation, which is a very precarious position to be in.  What is demonstrating your obvious bias (and agenda) is the fact that I will argue both sides, while you stick to Soviet "lambs and doves" armed with more tanks than god almighty as the victims here based solely on the fact that the USSR could not get its act together with respect to nuclear weapons...and it sure tried. 

ITT

And now we get to why I find the OP questionable in intent.  @dbsapp  has demonstrated, repeatedly, this pro-Russia/Soviet line.  Sure the Soviet Union (and now Russia) are totally innocent of any offensive actions and are totally defensive if you are willing to forget:
- 55k tanks and about 50k tubes and rocket systems all pretty much pointing West.  Anyone with a basic understanding of military force ratios can see that those are offensive postures.  They had actual plans for western invasion scenarios.  If the Soviet Union never was intent on a European invasion then why all the hardware?  Just cause?
- Proxy Wars in just about every corner of the globe - and no, they were not all started by the US/NATO
- the crushing of any dissidents or counter-narratives, a trend that continues to this day.
- A long history of invasion - Hungary, Czechoslovakia, and, of course, Afghanistan.  The West is not innocent of these either (we call them interventions) but both Russia and the Soviet Union were (and are) egregious in the "near abroad" by any standards.
- The hybrid/grey/espionage/subversive actions that were endemic of the Cold War and again are still with us today.
  No sale.  I am not saying we in the West are a clean as new driven snow, far from it but the whole "we are only defending our poor huddled selves from the nasty West" is so laughable as to be trite.  The Soviet Union was a great power and like all great powers was interested in keeping that power at all costs.  It was not an innocent grass roots movement just "trying to save the children from the US", it was a massive war machine capable of, and clearly demonstrating intent to throw down if it had to or if it saw a clear strategic gain to made.  The fact that it could not keep up is a bitter pill to swallow but try a larger glass of water.
   The Soviet doctrine in CMCW is built on what we understood it to be based on decades of research, spying and analysis.  Unless someone can some up with direct and substantiated Soviet era primary sources that differ, I am very untrusting of any counter-narratives coming to light in this current strategic environment.  

There have been three patches released for Cold War since it came out 9 months ago. What are you on about?
Also, maybe being toxic about something you haven't even tried yourself isn't the greatest move. 

It's posts like this that really make me wonder if anyone on this forum actually plays CM

Every. Single. Soviet campaign mission is a battalion level action, and the final battle is a regimental action. And all of them are on large maps that accommodate the force size. Most of the US missions are battalion level as well. The training scenarios for the Soviets are all battalion level actions, and a good number of the independent scenarios are battalion and larger actions as well.
The record is so beyond broken at this point. Have you even played Cold War? Sheesh.