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Decision at Le Mer D-Day -1

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My group tend to prefer to play narative style games with all the players playing one side, with the opposition played by a artificial intelligence system. I have for weeks since the D-Day bootcamp been building an American force and adding to my existing Germans see my related project

The Road to Falaise Bobs on going 15mm WW2 Adventure

I Ain’t been shot Mom, the original Two Fat Lardies WW2 company based game with its random activations and blinds and spotting seemed ideal for the scenario I had in mind. Nothing wrong with FOW rules, but they are more designed for those epic WW2 massed armour games, and well when you read the scenario you may understand.

 

The Hamlet of Le Mer(de)The Hamlet of Le Mer(de)

It is the night of the 5th of June at what had been a fairly insignificant crossroads at the Village of Le Mer some 5 miles North West of Carentan.

Two Gliders of the 101st airborne, carrying a battery of 57mm tank Destroyers ( towed 6pdrs to non American readers) two planes have overshot the drop zone, and being fired upon by AA, have been forced to drop their Gliders blindly, as it happens on our sleepy little village, luckily for them two platoon worth of 101st have been dropped in same area and have started to converge on the sleepy little hamlet.

A platoon of 1058th Grenadier Regiment has been billeted in the village to protect a battery of Anti tank gun , who Prime movers have broken down on the way to coast, left behind when the rest of the company moved on to Carentan.

Neither side knows the other is there……..!

Lieutnant Shutlz stared angrily at the small glass of Cognac sitting on the makeshift table in warehouse he had made his temporary headquarters in this shitty little hamlet of Le Mer, more aptly it should be called Le Merde he thought. Famous or infamous for the factory that produced the awful looking bicycles everyone in the area rode.

The Cognac didn’t help his mood, he had risen from the ranks fighting in Russia and had never developed the taste for the stuff that his fellow officers had , it was only marginally better than the swill they called wine here. He was from Bavaria, now a good Bavarian Dunkel beer and you were talking.The Cognacs only saving grace was it was Alcholic and you could get pissed quickly on it!

Why did he need to get pissed ?

His bloody Company Commander had left his platoon here to guard two shitty guns and there crews who’s tow trucks had broken down. They’d all carried on to Carentan to deploy for the damn Allied Invasion!

Personally he didn’t what the fuss was about, they could have France, bloody hole  they could keep Russia too, why any self respecting German ever wanted to leave Bavaria never mind Germany eluded him!!!

To cap matters Private Dingler, or Private’s Dingler ,as he was always running off to take a leak, had run in from one of his 20 minute forays outside, (for a fag he’d said but the platoon knew better) had panickly shouted that he had a loud crash in the field to the wet of the Village,  ‘Loud Crash’ he thought how anyone could hear anything over the noise of passing Allied Bombers , and the booms from their falling bombs!

To make matters worse he’d tried to contact Company HQ earlier in the night and found the Radio was on the Fritz ……again!!!!!

Probably a waste of time but he’d better deploy the platoon just in case, which was sure to increase his popularity with Sgt Muller!

 

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITTY SHIT! was the 1st words that came to the mind of Sgt  Dingler  101st Airborne. The only bright spot was the fact the two gliders bringing in his battery of 57mm guns had landed fairly safely, despite being released and abandoned by the bloody air Corp  when they’d had a few flak guns shoot at them! Fairly being the term as the Lieut had been the only casualtie,  knocked unconscious on the ‘landing’.

So he was in command!!!!

He’d got the guns out of the Gliders and one of his gunners head off to reconitre the village he’d seen by a few window lights to the east of where they had landed, he guessed someone may have spotted or heard them crash!!!!

The only redeeming thing so far was another of his gunners had made contact with a couple of Riflemen from the 501st, who were part of a mixed platoon of guys coming in from the east of their position. 

 

 

 

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Willy Summers Platoon. Willy Summers Platoon.

 Lt. William ‘Willy’ Summers nervously crouched at the gap in the huge hedge, that led from the field he had crossed, on his way to the the village he had spotted on his way down, before he became entangled with the tree. There had only been one on the edge of another field , and no matter how he tried to manoeuvre somehow he had landed at the top. 20 minutes of quiet cursing   frantic cutting, and not a few cuts and bruises had got him to the bottom,  where he found 10 of his men from his stick, standing and crouching amusingly watching his predicament. 

Finding as much dignity as he could muster he had them through various more fields picking up various troopers from just about every company of the 501st and even a couple of 82nd Airborne,  he wouldn’t be totally surprised if there were not some Limey Paratroopers in the mix, though he had collected a mortar crew.

One of his scouts had found an opening on to a dirt track road, which he now intended to  use to take the village ahead. He signed his makeshift squad leaders to spread their squads on each side of the track, and hugging the hedgerow  they would advance towards what looked like a bombed out building on the edge of the village.

 

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