Axis or Allies Poll

[dNorwood]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Greybeard 101st:

Always American,

Sorry just can't play the germans, no offense, my father spent 4 years fighting them.

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Similar feelings - My Dad was a 20 year combat engineer, and my grandfather drove landing craft in the Pacific.

(And my Mom's family is Hungarian, most of whom now live in Germany - where I'm going in December! WooHoo!!)

[Guest Michael emrys]

So far I've only played the Americans. I guess because by this stage of the war they were doing the most interesting things. Besides, I like to be on the side that's winning (if *I* were at the Alamo, I'd be playing as Santa Anna ).

I seem to prefer playing the side that is attacking too. Which may explain why in my boardgaming days I usually preferred playing the Germans.

In any event, it's very reassuring to know that once I feel I have exhausted all the possibilities as the Americans, there are all those other nationalities to try out. While I agree that the British equipment is...peculiar, shall we say?...I do have a fondness for the AVRE. Can't wait to take one up against a bunker sometime. Too bad we don't have AT ditches.

Michael

[HoosierTreadHead]

I prefer the Americans because I am one and also the fact that I served in the Army makes it kind of hard to fight against them. Then again, there was that one chicken**** platoon leader at Ft. Hood that I would have liked to see in my sights

[Purple4Ever]

The Germans - I am also drawn to the Dark Side and the whole fighting as the 'underdog' ....

My second choice is the British - I think that their hardware/equipment is the most interesting, next to the germans of course.

[Guest Germanboy]

The Commonwealth of course - they are the true underdogs in this game (how anyone can call the side with Jagdpanthers, Kingtigers, Panthers and cheap 120mm mortars 'underdogs' is quite beyond me, BTW). Talk about crappy equipment, talk about ****ty squad equipment, the Commonwealth has it all and much more. They are also the only ones where a regimental history thinks it important to claim that they were the first ones to have a brew-up (not a Sherman, a Typhoo) on the beach. Gotta love the English. Play Germans if my opponent feels strongly about it (e.g. Senilitude, who is a Canucklover extraordinaire).

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Andreas

[Thomas_Peiper]

Axis. The main reason, I'am from germany. Second reason, most time outmaned, outsupplied and (only in numbers) outgunned. I played the allies once, US-Airborne, and I noticed after two rounds, I was indeed going to loose, not because of the ai, because I wanted to loose. As mentioned before, I think I'am ready for a lesson with "Freud".

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Thomas

[Fionn]

Umm, guys.. I wasn't making any simile-type comments regarding the Dark Side and Germans..

I was just being sarcastic and having some fun .. I really DO do a good Darth Vader impression though .

Boy, people really DON'T get when I'm poking fun do they?

[Time]

I've always loved the villian, the bad guy, or antagonist. Probably because subconsiously I want to lose.

[weasel]

My father was a child in London during the Blitz; my grandfather hunted the Bismark (in HMS Rodney).

While I have no particular dislike for the modern Germans (*), the mere thought of playing as the Axis... well, it's simply unthinkable.

I generally play as US rather than British, though. My Yankee mother's fault, I suppose.

(*) OK, the German tourists who flood Moab each summer are insufferable. But it's hardly fair to judge a nation by its tourists.

[Disaster@work]

Germans. Their SMGs and Panzerfausts are a big advantage.

[Oberst Angsthase]

I love the german toys, but I enjoy playing all sides. Having to use different strategies for the different strengths and weakness of the various armies adds an additional level of richness to this already very expansive game.

[Daveman]

I prefer Germany, just for the style. If I play Allies I go British... back when I played modern miniatures everybody wanted to play US, so I played as the Brits just to be different.

When (if?) CM2 comes out I'll be going all Russian though.

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"You know our standing orders. Out of ammo become a bunker, out of commission become a pillbox, out of time... become heroes." - The Beast

[Darren J Pierson]

I play the Allies, with the Canadians in the lead and the Americans a distant second. (I'm a home team fan.)

I identify more with the Canadians and Americans and seeing my name on screen helps to reinforce this belief. I also admit that I just can't work up any enthusiasm to do well as the Germans. It just doesn't seem right. I don't know what I will do in CM2. Germans or Soviets? Great.

Darren

And by the way, these are historical preferences and do not reflect attitudes towards modern day citizens of those nations. Was that PC enough for everyone?

[This message has been edited by Darren J Pierson (edited 08-17-2000).]

[Muldune]

Germans. It's more satisfying to me when I win.

[Wayne]

No preference with me. If I play against the AI, I play the attacker because the AI is a bit stupid as the attacker. I like the German equipment but sometimes a certain scenario determines my choice.

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Blessed be the Lord my strength who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight.

[dNorwood]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Darren J Pierson:

seeing my name on screen helps to reinforce this belief.

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Speaking of which, does anybody know how the names are chosen? I only mention this because there is a certain Cpl. Norwood in a bazooka team that I =deperately= need to survive in a current PBEM that I don't think is going to.

[JediJobu]

ok, the latest tally of choices

Axis: 16

Allies: 13 -- 8 US, still only 1 French, no Brits (primarily, lots of secondary choices), 3 Canadians

No preference: 4

and new category...

Depends on the scenario: 1

Keep it up ya'll. Thanks for all the responses.

"It don't mean nothing"....

101st Airborne - Hamburger Hill (the movie)

[robo]

So what's up with "Cpl Coward"? He actually did very well for me in one game in his M10.

Well, I've been playing pretty much only QBs and I always play one of the Allies, randomly determined Are the nationality flags displayed anywhere? I sometimes don't know who I'm playing (unless I'm French, U.S., Brits or Poles).

And I really would like to know what the time of day is. When you play random and it comes up heavy fog there are no visual/sound clues to the time of day and it's not listed at the bottom.

[Iron Duke]

Allies. American Army.

General Patton arose and strode swiftly to the microphone. The men snapped to their feet and stood silently. Patton surveyed the sea of brown with a grim look. "Be seated", he said. The words were not a request, but a command. The General's voice rose high and clear.

"Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bull****. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight. When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American."

The General paused and looked over the crowd. "You are not all going to die," he said slowly. "Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he's not, he's a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they ARE He Men. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen."

"All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call "chicken **** drilling". That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a **** for a man who's not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you're not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-asshole-bitch is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of ****!" The men roared in agreement.

Patton's grim expression did not change. "There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily", he roared into the microphone, "All because one man went to sleep on the job". He paused and the men grew silent. "But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did". The General clutched the microphone tightly, his jaw out-thrust, and he continued, "An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse ****. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about ****ing!"

The men slapped their legs and rolled in glee. This was Patton as the men had imagined him to be, and in rare form, too. He hadn't let them down. He was all that he was cracked up to be, and more. He had IT!

"We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world", Patton bellowed. He lowered his head and shook it pensively. Suddenly he snapped erect, faced the men belligerently and thundered, "Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. By God, I do". The men clapped and howled delightedly. There would be many a barracks tale about the "Old Man's" choice phrases. They would become part and parcel of Third Army's history and they would become the bible of their slang.

"My men don't surrender", Patton continued, "I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. That's not just bull **** either. The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!"

Patton stopped and the crowd waited. He continued more quietly, "All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn't like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, "Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands". But, what if every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? No, Goddamnit, Americans don't think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the 'G.I. ****s'."

Patton paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. He answered, "Fixing the wire, Sir". I asked, "Isn't that a little unhealthy right about now?" He answered, "Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed". I asked, "Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?" And he answered, "No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!" Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen those trucks on the rode to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren't combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable."

The General paused and stared challengingly over the silent ocean of men. One could have heard a pin drop anywhere on that vast hillside. The only sound was the stirring of the breeze in the leaves of the bordering trees and the busy chirping of the birds in the branches of the trees at the General's left.

"Don't forget," Patton barked, "you men don't know that I'm here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, 'Jesus Christ, it's the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-****ing-bitch Patton'."

"We want to get the hell over there", Patton continued, "The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit."

The men roared approval and cheered delightedly. This statement had real significance behind it. Much more than met the eye and the men instinctively sensed the fact. They knew that they themselves were going to play a very great part in the making of world history. They were being told as much right now. Deep sincerity and seriousness lay behind the General's colorful words. The men knew and understood it. They loved the way he put it, too, as only he could.

Patton continued quietly, "Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin", he yelled, "I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake!"

"When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one either. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we're going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-****ing-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it's the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you'll know what to do!"

"I don't want to get any messages saying, "I am holding my position." We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living **** out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like **** through a tin horn!"

"From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don't give a good Goddamn about such complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that."

The General paused. His eagle like eyes swept over the hillside. He said with pride, "There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, "Well, your Granddaddy shoveled **** in Louisiana." No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!"

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One shot...One Kill

[ParasiteX]

um usually Americans, although i also like the germans, its a respect thing, gotta love their toys. Super Pershings are tough to beat, though =]

put me down for the americans

i always make my scenarios with lots of super pershings vs lots of tigers or king tigers heheh =]

greybeard, you were in 101?

*bows to greybeard*

[This message has been edited by ParasiteX (edited 08-17-2000).]

[Blanar]

I play either, but the choice is usually wieghted by the latest vehicle mod I've downloaded. There's been a definite tilt toward the Axis side lately.

[Wilhammer]

Allied esp. American

It is my feeling and beleief that the German War Machine was an instrument of evil, and that the Americans, though not perfect, were fighting for Democracy and Free Trade, which incidentally, benefits all who participate.

Sure Capitalism fosters greed, but Democracy for the most part (there are slip ups) protects human rights because it is generally recognized that people are the top resources of a Nation; they are the producers and the consumers, and when educated and able to stock up on goodies, then we are less likely to kill each other.

The Japanese, Germans, and Russians started the Damn War out of greed and with severe

malice. They believed that national greatness involved taking lives and territory, a stupid and short sighted inhuman policy. Death Unto Tyrants. All three of those Nations made a point of wiping out and/or displacing millions of people.

Please do NOT use this post to start ANOTHER Merit pissing contest, these are my personal reasons.

So, I prefer the Allies, especially the Americans, then the Commonwealth, then the British, then the Free French (though I find it despicable that they ousted the black troops to have the white troops liberate Paris).

I have a belief (PERSONAL) that German weapons, though of brilliant engineering, are vastly overrated. Just how much quality could you get out of slave labor? My guess is that it severly impacted the weapons, poor steel, poor welds, suretiptious sabotage and high dud rates. This mainly applies to post 1943, slavery I mean.

Nearly all the "Cool" weapons were post 1943.

Just My Two Cents.

My Croat Buddy, Sir Chill, must be wondering what happened to his move. Hate to say it, but work and family do outweigh CM.

Time to go back to work.

[Insu]

Either, but usually the side with the toughest in a given scenario, if it´s possible to tell.

[aka_tom_w]

Allies....

I love fast tanks with fast turrets and I like to run and GUN to get that juicy flank shot on that big shiny new Panther or King Tiger.

There is NOTHING more satisifying than taking down one of these Really big (supposedly industructable) German tanks by running a Sherman or Hellcat around beside it or behind it and pumping a heat seeking, armour pierceing, enema inducing, 76mm round right up its ass!

Ka BOOM!

K-Kill!

I play the Allies because I like the challenge of blowing up BIG German tanks!

-tom w

[This message has been edited by aka_tom_w (edited 08-18-2000).]

[dNorwood]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by aka_tom_w:

Ka BOOM!

K-kill

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Another "Tobruk" player?