A BatRep with a difference today: the difference being that I took an absolute spanking! Yup - I got thrashed. But more of that shortly...
I'll keep this reasonably short: I'll do most of it with pictures.
|Fig. 1: the battlefield. Why are the Shropshire boys fighting|
the Japanese on the outskirts of a small French village?
- Good question.
|I brought my Vickers MMG for a change. Waste of time!|
|My new Chaplain (left) played medic (uselessly). Oh, and I've|
finally finished my medium mortar. I'd forgotten that.
|There were three of these infantry sections, and that's the|
Recce Stuart on the right.
|In their first outing, the Rock Apes played 'Recce Section'...|
|...and the heavier stuff on the right. What could possibly go awry?|
|Colin's Japanese were very pleasingly painted!|
|The Japanese centre. I'd immobilised his car but not dented its|
passengers. More-or-less my only success was destroying his AT
gun in turn 1. It had been here. My only real sucsess.
|In this pic (from my side) you can already see the ruins of the|
building on the crossroads which had previously housed 3 Sect.
The Ho-Ro (T-L) blew it and them sky high with one lucky shot.
|In the centre, my surprisingly brave Rock Apes went to meet|
the spearmen (who'd already poked my PIAT team to death
through a building's window!).
They did well, but sadly it wasn't enough.
|Meanwhile, on the right, my stalwart Staghound had one task...:|
|..."Slowly edge forward and use all ten shots each turn to easily|
destroy those Japanese advancing in the open toward you"...
|...Needless to say, it just couldn't hit them for toffee. *sigh*|
|The Chi-Ha advances. Only AV 8. Can I damage it? - Can I Hell.|
|After the battle: the FOO and my new Medic (Chaplain) pose|
for a photo with 1 Sect. They just couldn't whittle-down the
looming Japanese veterans!
|After the battle: I liked this pic...|
|...and this one...|
|...now available in black-and-white!|
|Colin's very neat little Chi-Ha. Seriously: this thing should not|
Good question! It wasn't the nasty Japanese special rules (the sneaky set-up was negated by the mission - everyone started off-board), nor was it my tactical failings. Against an entirely unfamiliar foe, my 11AD chaps actually made some good decisions, as far as I was concerned. Nope. What led to my downfall was simply BAD LUCK.
Dirty, rotten, stinking, baaaaaaaad luck.
I've never considered myself either lucky or unlucky as a wargamer: I've always enjoyed a bit of both. In this game though, the dice gods utterly and comically deserted me. So it goes.
For his part, my opponent Colin played a good, solid game, and quite rightly capitalised appropriately on my idiotic dice rolls. He was - to quote (amongst others) Col Tim Collins, "magnanimous in victory."
Here's to the Victor, eh?!