Forever Babra

I always use a "fast move" and "reverse" combo. Unfortunately, the more experienced the crew, the less time they spend in the firing position. A Reg will hang tight for about 13 seconds though, which is just about right for my needs. ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

Here's a good pic of the Cullin Hedgerow Device, so-named for its inventor. The teeth dig in to the base of the hedgerow and the whole kit and kaboodle gets pushed ass over teakettle into the field beyond. The benefit to this device is that, because it acts as a plough, the tank does not rise up so much, and doesn't expose its vulnerable belly to the prick with the panzerfaust on the other side. EDIT: BTW, the implication here is that at least some tanks COULD cross bocage, provided they were powerful enough, but risked a shot through the belly doing so. ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant [This message has been edited by Forever Babra (edited 03-03-2001).]

"...and when you have brought the shrubbery, you must place it here beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher, so we get a two-level effect with a little path down the middle ---" "A path!!! A path!!!" ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

Well, don't I look silly.... Buy it anyway. C'mon, I know ya wanna... ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

I'd do it. You just spent "X" dollars on a new PC. Another 45 clams can't hurt. ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

"Fighting in Hell - The German Ordeal on the Eastern Front" Edited by Peter G. Tsouras.

http://www.waffen-ss.com/organization/divisions/12_ss-panzer-division.html This site has some decent info ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

Oh, stuff a sock in it. My-Gal Dorothy has promise. He twigged right away what to do when I proffered the "Bitche" scenario in front of him. I just have to hammer that innate Canadian politeness (and western slowness) out of him and he'll see the light. Now, granted, he's no Aqua Velva, but hey, everyone needs a squire... Now kindly return to the games you were losing. ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

One does have to wonder what would happen to the trajectory of a shell as it passed another. But I'm a tank slut. It doesn't bother me. ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

Oh, dear. You'll never achieve coveted cesspool squiredom by going around posting apologies, now, will you? Noooo, you won't. Get back to the pool, My-Gal and abuse somebody. C'mon, you know you wanna... Everybody's doin' it... It feels goooood.... ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

They lost a mark because the tester's opponent was a gamey bastard ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

Bring it on! ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant

Ah, the little known but very common "Lemmingstruppen". ------------------ Quo fas et gloria ducunt Stereotypes The Un-Rant [This message has been edited by Forever Babra (edited 03-02-2001).]

There is nothing wrong with us. Like all good carnivores, we like to rest after a violent feed. Take my current opponent Lawyer for instance. After assaulting and over-running one of his infantry companies, I'm now running down the last few wretched, broken crews. Oh, did I mention he is the attacker? When the last fugitive has taken a bullet in the back, I'm going to rest under a tree and lick the speckled blood off my paws. Likewise with My-Gal Dorothy. The gamey bastard thought he'd pull a fast one and set up fifty yards away from me. Too bad for him all I have to play with are Gebirgsjagers. The little hamsters are swarming over his legs right now, and getting uncomfortably close to something he holds dear -- or maybe he just holds it and calls it "dear". No matter. My cubs will play with his viscera like a ball of wool.

Well then, you just suck, don't you? And Jumbos are assault tanks.

Even experienced players can be sucked into exposing their flanks, and that's about the only thing you can do against Jumbos. By the sounds of your AAR, your AT assets were all up front, where the assault tanks could engage and defeat them, which is kinda the point behind assault tanks. It was Pillar (damn his ass) who taught me the value of the defence in depth and the mobile defence. Actually he whooped my (attacking) ass so bad I just never forgot the lesson Try placing your AT deep to the rear, and well hidden, leaving only a thin screen for defence. Forget the VLs; pretend they're not there. "But my opponent will roll over my forward defence!" you say. Yes, he will, but what then? It doesn't matter if he comes up the centre or sides, he must then turn left or right or both to go after remaining VLs, and since most players don't bother to halt and reorganize, chances are he'll be spread out and vulnerable. Only then should your AT assets reveal themselves (and I include TDs in this category). Some well-sprung AT ambushes from the flank can then be followed up by a general counterattack to regain lost ground.

I got sump'n fer ya to polish right here, bub. And I'll be the one making the "ahhh" noises, thank you very much.

Can't you just keep adding these to one thread?

Half a track, half a track, Half a track onward, All in the valley of Cess Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the grogs!" he said: Into the valley of Cess Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismayed? Not tho' the 'poolers knew Someone had blundered: Theirs was not to make reply, Theirs was not to reason why, Theirs was but to taunt and die: Into the valley of Cess Rode the six hundred. Grogs to the right of them, Snerts to the left of them, Moderators in front of them Volleyed and thunder'd; Storm'd at with taunt and bile, Boldly they lied with style, Into the pit of Cess, Into the rancid smell, Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their bums bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Taunting the posters there, Charging an army, while All the board wondered: Plunging in the groggy smoke, Right through the thread they broke; Bauhaus and Lawyer Reeled from the stinging-stroke Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not-- Not the six hundred. Refreshing monkeys to the right of them, Newbies to the left of them, Madmatt behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with lies and cess, While Peng wore a girlie dress, They that teased so well, Came thro' the jaws of Cess, Back from the monkey's mess, All that was left of them, Left of the six hundred. When can their glory fade? Oh, the wild taunts they made! All the Board wondered. Honor the lies they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble Six Hundred!

I've run across similar statements before, but the sources are often suspect, and without a detailed casualty analysis it would be impossible to evaluate anyway. I don't say it isn't true, but I would need some empirical data to confirm or deny it. The one casualty analysis I have seen, though, indicates that 70% of all casualties for 21st Army Group between June and January were caused by mortars (including Nebelwerfers), with the vast bulk of the casualties belonging to the rifle companies. It is also generally accepted as true that a Commonwealth soldier in Normandy had a statistically higher probability of being killed or wounded than his father in a similar space of time in WW1, which certainly gives an idea of the ferocity of the fighting. As well, infantry doctrines were quite varied among the allies, so it may well be that the German infantry performed better against one nation's infantry over another, but a flat, across-the-board, figure of 50% better is suspect in my opinion. ------------------ Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht, Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? - Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind; In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. Stereotypes The Un-Rant

Glad I'm not in YOUR army

Well, you know you won, and your opponent knows you won. I wouldn't worry about it over-much. It would be nice if the exit VPs would be awarded though.

Do the words "Pyhrric Victory" mean anything to ya?

The young officer, fresh from Sandhurst, arrived at his new posting, deep in the Sudan. As the RSM guided him around the fort, the officer asked in his stiff Etonian: "I say, RSM, this is all pukka, but, errmmm, what do the men do when they're feeling, ummm, a bit randy, eh?" "Well, sir," says the RSM, "There's no women around the fort, but we do have a mule out behind the orderly room." The lieutenant exclamed, quite appalled, "Good grief! That may be all very well for you enlisted types, but it just won't do for an officer and a gentleman, no indeed!" and stalked off. Well, the days passed, and the weeks, and the months after that, and the young officer could take it no more. "RSM!" He cried out one day. "Sir!" says the RSM, snapping to. "Where did you say that mule was kept, RSM?" The old sergeant major smiled and winked, "Why, it's out behind the orderly room, sir, and nobody's using it just now." Not half an hour later, the RSM turned the corner behind the orderly room and caught the young officer, kit half off, mounted on a stool, in flagro delecto with the mule. "SIR!!!" cried the RSM aghast. The red-faced officer hurriedly pulled up his trousers. "We must all share in the hardships, eh, Sergeant-Major? What's good enough for the men is good enough for me, eh?" "Yes, sir," says the RSM, "But generally the men ride the mule to town, sir."

Castles and sheep, castles and sheep, nothing to see but castles and sheep... ------------------ Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht, Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? - Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind; In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. Stereotypes The Un-Rant