Stupidly fun session, dragging long into the night. Eagerly awaiting the next one.
Bastogne Attack
HEER B2(?) Rifleman
Folk and woods are a bad mix, whatever the decade...
Ballybrian
PARA CO
Since we dropped on opposite sides, I figured we might as well strike from two angles. Able squad manouvered for an eastern approach, fearing the wide, open field towards the south. This turned out to be a less than optimal choice, as we were under MG fire from the get-go. Our misfortune, however, seemed to fully occupy the 'jaegers, setting up Baker squad for a strike to their flank.
Crossing The Line
US A2 FTL
Designated as the long range component of a short range squad, we dealt with out identitty crisis the best way we could: gloriously! Two men short after an ill-fated attempt at sneaking through some woods (again us and the woods) the team (that is, the two of us) moved towards the beach, then along the beach, and then up towards the town. Before we reached the town, however, we were mowed down by close range fire, and got to see the entirety of bravo be taken out one by one by a singe guy, sitting in the bushes some 30m from them. Good times
Ace Combat
Luftwaffe/RAF, in turn.
Having for the first time succesfulyl taken off in an arma fixed-wing, I spent the first third of the first mission desperately trying to keep my nose and speed up. The second third was spent trying to find the AO, as I shook off the habit of using the mouse for turning. When I finally did find the enemy, I immediately got them on my tail, and the muscle memory of the IL2 days started kicking in. And there I was, hauling ass over Ballybrian, with two flights of Spitfires behind me, about to find out the 109 in I44 has quite a bit less agility than my old Lavochkin.
The second time around was a turkeyshoot, though most of it I spent trying to figure out friend from foe. Ridiculously fun, though.
Highland Line
UK Tank driver
As soon as the tracks were fixed, we rolled up to the line to watch and make some fireworks. The Jerries weren't on their top form, I must say, as despite showing up with one of their Tiger tanks, the line held with no major hickups.
Road Ambush
Resistance B2 SL
We gathered up our meager armament, as the commander shared his plan. We listened very carefully, for he said it only once
. Despite our best efforts, the assault on the weapons cache was a mixed bag, and quite literally swept me off my feet. In adittion, the convoy, no doubt eager to reach their base before the Soldatensender Belgrad sign off, blew past our supposed ambush point prompting a mad dash in any and all available transport.
The Escape
PARA A1 Rifleman
Dashing through the snow, chirping all the way, we stormed the camp with great success, and rescued almost most of the prisoners. Tally Ho!