Wisbech_lad

Valentine with 6pdr and T ammo. Can drill through Tigers. Opponent's reaction to being knocked out by lowly UK infantry tank in 1943 - priceless

Plus snow rarely settles in Kent anyhow. (went to boarding-school in Canterbury) Can we have a Shepherd-Neame pub mod?

Din't Maj Battaglia do fair amount of research on this? Think his take was that mostly they got attached to the company H/T's and trucks and left behind on the attack - damn heavy things for the PBI to lug around. Of course, useful for march security (attached to truck) or when dug in

The Indian Army 50th (Independent) Parachute Brigade is/was known as the Pegasus Brigade. They started in 1942, so were under UK control for a while... Brgds There was a Ghurka Parachute Battalion as part of this brigade. The mind boggles at who would win, them or ninjas [ August 12, 2004, 04:19 AM: Message edited by: Wisbech_lad ]

So do allied smoke barrages...

Updates: W_lad vs Sturmy. My men, are about to clash with his Yanks who seem exhausted from frolicking with doe eyed Sicilian shepherds. Well, none have been spotted yet apart from a couple of halftracks, so knowing Sturmy, I assume they are all busy frolicking in the vinyards with doe eyed Sicilian shepherds, ready to do anything for a Hershey bar. W_lad vs Dalem (Left Behind) The paras, much as in real life, seem to have been abandoned. Only this time by Dalem's fixation with his new bike... Editted for spelling. Well, it isn't often that I have need of the word "frolicking"

<font color="BB33C2">Incompetent Belgian fool!</font> On the bright side, such stupifying levels of incomprehension bode well. Heh heh heh. You might just be incompetent enough for me to hold my own with in a PBEM. Send me a set up, you caravaggio model you!

Well, I was trying to come up with synonyms for software analyst. My first ever job - I turn up as a bright eyed and bushy tailed 17 year old student engineer. "Do you like writing software?" they asked "No" "Great, the people who do never bloody finish" So first three months spent writing a program to help analyse plasma. At the end, they tell me that half way through, the project got cancelled, but they couldn't think of what else to do with me. Tossers. Almost as annoying as MrSpkr, who seems unable to send me a setup, despite my lovingly crafted taunt. Maybe I should have just stuck to tradition and called him a wanker.

Am trying to send Frost and his boys to their doom against Dalem - if the fool doesn't kill himself on his new motorbike first. What's it called when someone moves straight from "extended adolescence" to "early mid life crisis" without any phase of maturity inbetween? Loser? Software analyst?

Bugger King Tigers. Cromwells would be more useful for Normandy scenarios. And more fun too.

Maybe he was just trying to add some interest to wargamers' lives? I mean, without the heroic gambles of Market Garden and ArdOff, the last 6-8 months in the West are pretty bland. Trying to change history with a wild gamble is much more gameable than clearing the Sheldt, or trying to get the logistics sorted out...

Dale, Set up on its way soon - honest guv. Had to go to Hong Kong for a few days (the wife wanted to hit the summer sales with a vengeance, I had to have medical check up) Having my prostrate checked wasn't a pleasant experience. Nor is the credit card bill going to be. Still, apparantly we have "saved" much money by buying shoes that are almost identical to ones she already has. I picked up 17" LCD monitor, so at least the painful experience that Rune has promised will look good, even if it feels like having one's prostrate groped.

Dalem, Since MrSpkr seems to have wimped out from my challenge, how about it? Prefer to take Evil Islamic/ Hindu/ Sikh Hordes From The East aka CW forces - maybe Rune's new Oudna scenario? The fact that I regard you as a stand in for Mrspkr should be insult and injury enough. But if not: Go for the motorbike. Preferably a Hayabusa. The precision watch like contruction of the engine will be lost on you, but they are the Ninjas of the bike world. You'll get to the first corner, totally flip out and lose control, and get kicked in the head by the pavement. Therefore extending your vacation for another six months of recuperation, and safeguarding some poor employer from having to hire you.

Quite. Think of it as time compression. Rather than your infantry sitting around waiting for the tankers who are 30 minutes late, CM gives you the reinforcements after 5 minutes. If you read the Omars battle AAR http://www.lonesentry.com/battleoftheomars/ looks to me that the CMAK "battle" was short, intense and bloody, with a start line 300 yards from the objective. Of course, the getting into position, then regrouping took a long time...

Hmm. 31 USD might, just might, buy him a good time in Bangkok if the girl takes a fancy to him. Though with the huge AIDS conference in town, prices have been bid up dramatically according to the press (oh, the irony of it!) But, given the quality of that post, looks like OGSF may have won the lotto and powerball, but lost the lottery of life eh? Smug Okie lawyers and a cod Scotsmen looking for a glimmer of hope from the powerball to turn his life around. So that's why it is called the Cesspool . Because, it really is! I have learned a valuable lesson today. Things sometimes are as they appear. editted to satisfy v42below's anal retentiveness over correct capitalisation and formatting of "Cesspool", damn, no "Cesspool" [ July 16, 2004, 06:11 AM: Message edited by: Wisbech_lad ]

So, I'm Seanachai's serf? Now, should I feel honoured, or somewhat dirty? Anyway, cheers Seanachai. If you are ever in SE Asia, I'll buy you a drink or few. I'll be in Bangkok Sunday- Wednesday...

Mrspkr. I challenge you because I pity you. Yes, you are an insufferable little prig. A smarmy git. A conservative with a small c, who has been happy with your station in life and just can’t work out why those other buggers won’t accept their lot. You are no doubt a member of the Jaycees, the Young Republicans, the Rotary Club, the Elks, the Shriners, any sorry little set going where you can smirk at outsiders. If you had had the wherewithal or connections to get into your local country club you would actually want to. (They wouldn’t let you in, mind you, your particular tragedy is that you don’t have the balls or the money ever to really make it, but try and content yourself with whatever pastiche you can afford to ape – the SUV, the Ranch Style Split Level, the George Foreman Grill) And in your soul, you know it. You are trudging along to Sunday School to indoctrinate the next generation of suburbia with a heavy heart. You are wondering if your children will ever make it to the same grey, mediocre standard of relative comfort you enjoy, given the spectre of damn foreigners willing to study longer, work harder, take less pay. You are starting to think Ross Perot had a point, and that if only Bush was tough on terror and immigration and dammit, jobs for Americans, life would be better. But you have to accept the walmartisation of your kids future. You have no control of your life, you traded that long ago for the mess of pottage that is the American Suburban Dream. You have to keep up the self satisfied smirk at work and home, the facade that all will be 4% growth, that the college savings plan is enough, that your pension will cover the old peoples’ home bills, but it is cracking. You let the illusion crack here, with your petulant postings that are only a better grammar removed from the frothing maniacs. So, I’m challenging you. Because I pity you, feel sorry for you. This forum and this game is where you can drop the smirk, take out your frustrations, try to hold back the brewing mid life crisis. So, lets go. Think of me as your alter ego punch bag, just richer, smarter and better looking. Oh, I give you that you are probably a better golfer than I, but I get to golf on tropical courses under volcanoes, whose beauty you can only gasp at on TV, while you trudge off to a dreary flat public course, or beg for invites to clubs from members who patronise and look down on you. Heck, you probably even have to carry your own golf bags. For a game of CMAK. I’ll take Evil Mussalman Hordes From The East (aka Indian Army, or Outsourcing Fiends Coming To Steal Your Way of Life if you want to personalise it) – you can take Heroic Defenders of Western Civilisation (aka Italians or Germans). Best regards. Wisbech_lad

Heh, when playing Ruskies I usually take the Recon C as core infantry. Huge ammo load out, and big squads means they have great staying power. Maybe a platoon or two of SMG heavy troops for an assualt team. Then support weapons, armour & arty for the punch, with the infantry to locate targets, and plink away. Given how low German infantry ammo levels can be (26!) Recon C can bleed them dry of ammo at reasonable range (150 m or so) for little loss.

http://savagebeagle.freeuk.com/johndillon/war.htm for locations of the German & Allied cemeteries in Suda Bay

Actually, the caption says the photo is from Italy, 1945, storming a German trench... Note they are in trousers, think Burma was tropical uniform Never get between a Sepoy and his tiffin, or they'll go Ghurka on you and totally flip.

Or in "Quartered Safe Out Here". There is this photo from http://www.bharat-rakshak.com/LAND-FORCES/Army/History/1939War/index.html (good Indian army site) but it looks a little staged to me Editted to add that the Indian Army still use Bren guns - there are some photos on the site of Brens being used in the Kargil conflict (1999) [ May 13, 2004, 03:16 AM: Message edited by: Wisbech_lad ]

North. Wine is much better along the Rhone valley - Burgundy needs liberating!

Perceval in Malaya & Singapore didn't do that well...

And try 6pdr armed Valentines with tungsten as a nasty kitty killing surprise...

Actually the Thai's did quite well - it wasn't a stupid political move to ally with the Japanese. They were coming thru anyway, and by letting them in, Thai stayed independent. The OSS ran a "free Thai" movement, and after the war, when the Thai's surrendered, those guys took over. However in 1947 (or 49, can't remember which) the "old guard" took over again, and killed/ exiled the "Free Thai" faction. So, all in all, allying with Japan cost the Thai generals 2-4 years out of power, but saved the nation from becoming a Japanese colony.