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Tanker’s Tuesday: French Army Tanks Throughout History

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  French Army Tanks Throughout History

Miniatures of Wrath: Persian Gulf Wars: Iran-Iraq War, Khorramshahr 19…

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Miniatures of Wrath: Persian Gulf Wars: Iran-Iraq War, Khorramshahr 19…: Howdie. After many long years, I have finally managed to organize a game for the Iran-Iraq War.  The scenario I set up was loosely based o…

Origins After Action Report: Hive, Queen And Country

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At origins we were provided with our own area, which was even clearly marked on the map! The space was perfectly sized having enough room for game play and auxiliary tables on and under which all the various units not in play and carrying cases could b…

Origins After Action Report: Hive, Queen And Country

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At origins we were provided with our own area, which was even clearly marked on the map! The space was perfectly sized having enough room for game play and auxiliary tables on and under which all the various units not in play and carrying cases could b…

Tanker’s Tuesday: Leo II

Posted on June 21st, 2016 under , , , . Posted by

 
 
A total of 380 Leopard 2 were built in the first batch, 209 by Krauss-Maffei (chassis nbr. 10001 to 10210) and 171 by Mak (chassis nbr. 20001 to 20172), with the first six delivered in 1979 to Kampftruppenschule 2 in Münster. Another 100 were delivered in 1980 and 229 in 1981, replacing the M48A2G in units among I (GE) Corps. The first Leopard 2 went to Panzerbattalions 31, 33 and 34 of 1 Panzerdivision, with partially parallel delivery to Panzerbattalions 81, 85 and 84 of 5 Panzerdivision. The Leopard 1s then in service were passed to the Panzerbattalions of the Panzergrenadier Divisions, were they replaced the M48A2G. By 1982 production was running at 300 a year, with the last first batch Leopard 2 delivered in March of that year.
 
Leopard 2 History

WWPD: Wargames, Board Games, RPGs, LCGs, and more!: Leopard Arrives to Adrenalize Team Yankee

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  WWPD: Wargames, Board Games, RPGs, LCGs, and more!: Leopard Arrives to Adrenalize Team Yankee:   By Mitch Reed and Luke Melia   The good people over at Battlefront supplied us with an advanced copy of the first follow on module f…

Delta Vector: "Dreadnought" and the Emptiness of Space: Making S…

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  Delta Vector: “Dreadnought” and the Emptiness of Space: Making S…: Regular readers will be familiar with my dissatisfaction with current space games; most are variations on “WW2-in-space” and play …

Dreadnought – Official Trailer – Gamescom 2015

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Tiger Day 2015

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E.S. Posthumus: MAKARA [FULL ALBUM] Best Epic Battle Music!

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1 Hour of Steampunk and Futuristic Music

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War In A Box: Cirsova, A Review

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  War In A Box: Cirsova, A Review: Growing up in a stolid middle-class family with a sizable and hence expensive brood of children that pushed our life-style into the ranks…

Tanker’s Tuesday: In The Beginning

Posted on June 14th, 2016 under , , . Posted by

 
 
THE LAND IRONCLADS
 
The young lieutenant lay beside the war correspondent and admired the idyllic calm of the enemy’s lines through his field glass.
‘So far as I can see,’ he said at last, ‘one man.’
‘What’s he doing?’ asked the war correspondent.
‘Field-glass at us,’ said the young lieutenant.
‘And this is war?’
 
‘No,’ said the young lieutenant, ‘it’s Bloch.’
‘The game’s a draw.’
‘No! They’ve got to win or else they lose. A draw’s a win for our side.’

Bloch – Ivan (Jan) S. Bloch, a pre-WWI Polish writer who held that war between major powers would be an impracticable stalemate, bankrupting the participants without producing decisive victory.

They had discussed the political situation fifty times or so, and the war correspondent was weary of it. He stretched out his limbs.
‘Aaai s’pose it is!’ he yawned.
Flut!
‘What was that?’
‘Shot at us.’
The war correspondent shifted to a slightly lower position.
‘No one shot at him,’ he complained.
‘I wonder if they think we shall get so bored we shall go home•’
The war correspondent made no reply.
‘There’s the harvest, of course….’
They had been there a month. Since the first brisk movements after the declaration of war things had gone slower and slower, until it seemed as though the whole machine of events must have run down. To begin with, they had had almost a scampering time; the invader had come across the frontier on the very dawn of the war in half-a-dozen parallel columns behind a cloud of cyclists and cavalry, with a general air of coming straight on the capital, and the defender horsemen had held him up, and  peppered him and forced him to open out, to outflank, and had then bolted to the next position in the most approved style, for a couple of days, until in the afternoon, bump! they had the invader against their prepared lines of defence. He did not suffer so much as had been hoped and expected: he was coming on, it seemed, with his eyes open, his scouts winded the guns, and down he sat at once without the shadow of an attack and began grubbing trenches for himself, as though he meant to sit down there to the very end of time. He was slow, but much more wary than the world had been led to expect, and he kept convoys tucked in and shielded his slow-marching infantry sufficiently well to prevent any heavy adverse scoring.
‘But he ought to attack,’ the young lieutenant had insisted.
‘He’ll attack us at dawn, somewhere along the lines. You’ll get the bayonets coming into the trenches just about when you can see,’ the war correspondent had held until a week ago.
The young lieutenant winked when he said that.
When one early morning the men the defenders sent to lie out five hundred yards before the trenches, with a view to the unexpected emptying of magazines into any night attack, gave way to causeless panic and blazed away at nothing for ten minutes, the war correspondent understood the meaning of that wink.
‘What would you do if you were the enemy?’ said the war correspondent, suddenly.
‘If I had men like I’ve got now?’
‘Yes.’
‘Take those trenches.’
‘How?’
‘Oh – dodges! Crawl out half-way at night before moon-rise, and get into touch with the chaps we send out. Blaze at ’em if they tried to shift, and so bag some of ’em in the daylight. Learn that patch of ground by heart, lie all day in squatty holes, and come on nearer next night. There’s a bit over there, lumpy ground, where they could get across to rushing distance – easy.
In a night or so. It would be a mere game for our fellows; it’s what they’re made for…. Guns? Shrapnel and stuff wouldn’t stop good men who meant business.’
‘Why don’t they do that?’
‘Their men aren’t brutes enough; that’s the trouble. They’re a crowd of devitalized townsmen, and that’s the truth of the matter. They’re clerks, they’re factory hands, they’re students, they’re civilized men. They can write, they can talk, they can make and do all sorts of things, but they’re poor amateurs at war. They’ve got no physical staying power, and that’s the whole thing. They’ve never slept in the open one night in their lives; they’ve never drunk anything but the purest water-company water; they’ve never gone short of three meals a day since they left their feeding-bottles. Half their cavalry never cocked leg over horse till it enlisted six months ago. They ride their horses as though they were bicycles – you watch ’em! They’re fools at the game, and they know it. Our boys of fourteen can give their grown men points. … Very well –’
The war correspondent mused on his face with his nose between his knuckles.
“If a decent civilization,’ he said, ‘cannot produce better men for war than –’
He stopped with belated politeness. ‘I mean –’
‘Than our open-air life,’ said the young lieutenant.
‘Exactly,’ said the war correspondent. ‘Then civilization has to stop.’
‘It looks like it,’ the young lieutenant admitted.
‘Civilization has science, you know,’ said the war correspondent. ‘It invented and it made the rifles and guns and things you use.’
‘Which our nice healthy hunters and stockmen and so on, rowdy-dowdy cowpunchers and nigger-whackers, can use ten times better than – What’s that?’
‘What?’  said the war correspondent, and then seeing his companion busy with his field-glass he produced his own: ‘Where?’ said the war correspondent, sweeping the enemy’s lines.
‘It’s nothing,’ said the young lieutenant, still looking.
‘What’s nothing?’
The young lieutenant put down his glass and pointed. ‘I thought I saw something there behind the stems of those trees. Something black. What it was I don’t know.’
The war correspondent tried to get even by intense scrutiny.
‘It wasn’t anything,’ said the young lieutenant, rolling over to regard the darkling evening sky, and generalized: ‘There never will be anything any more for us. Unless –’
The war correspondent looked inquiry.
“They may get their stomachs wrong, or something – living without proper drains.’
A sound of bugles came from the tents behind. The war correspondent slid backward down the sand and stood up. ‘Boom!’ came from somewhere far away to the left. ‘Halloa!’ he said, hesitated, and crawled back to peer again. ‘Firing at this time is jolly bad manners.’
The young lieutenant was uncommunicative for a space.
Then he pointed to the distant clump of trees again. ‘One of our big guns. They were firing at that,’ he said.
‘The thing that wasn’t anything?’
Something over there, anyhow.’
Both men  were silent, peering through their glasses for a space. ‘Just when it’s twilight,’ the lieutenant complained. He stood up.
‘I might stay here a bit,’ said the war correspondent.
The lieutenant shook his head. ‘There’s nothing to see,’ he apologized, and  then went down to where his little squad of sun-brown, loose-limbed men had been yarning in the trench. The war correspondent stood up also, glanced for a moment at the businesslike bustle below him, gave perhaps twenty seconds to those enigmatical trees again, then turned his face toward the camp.
He found himself wondering whether his editor would consider the story, of how somebody thought he saw something black behind a clump of trees, and how a gun was fired at this illusion by somebody else, too trivial for public consumption.
‘It’s the only gleam of a shadow of interest,’ said the war correspondent, ‘for ten whole days.
‘No,’ he said presently; ‘I’ll write that other article, “Is War Played Out?”‘
He surveyed the darkling lines in perspective, the tangle of trenches one behind another, one commanding another, which the defender had made ready. The shadows and mists swallowed up their receding contours, and here and there a lantern gleamed, and here and there knots of men were busy about small fires. ‘No troops on earth could do it,’ he said….
He was depressed. He believed that there were other things in life better worth having than proficiency in war; he believed that in the heart of civilization, for all its stresses, its crushing concentrations of forces, its injustice and suffering, there lay something that might be the hope of the world; and the idea that any people, by living in the open air, hunting perpetually, losing touch with books and art and all the things that intensify life, might hope to resist and break that great development to the end of time, jarred on his civilized soul.
Apt to his thought came a file of the defender soldiers, and passed him in the gleam of a swinging lamp that marked the way.
He glanced at their red-lit faces, and one shone out for a moment, a common type of face in the defender’s ranks: ill shaped nose, sensuous lips, bright clear eyes full of alert cunning, slouch hat cocked on one side and adorned with the peacock’s plume of the rustic Don Juan turned soldier, a hard brown skin, a sinewy frame, an open, tireless stride, and a master’s grip on the rifle.
The war correspondent returned their salutations and went on his way.
‘Louts,’ he whispered. ‘Cunning, elementary louts. And they are going to beat the townsmen at the game of war!’
From the red glow among the nearer tents came first one and then half-a-dozen hearty voices, bawling in a drawling unison the words of a particularly slab and sentimental patriotic song.
‘Oh, go it!’ muttered the war correspondent, bitterly.
 Part 2

Hive, Queen & Country Vehicles

Posted on June 12th, 2016 under , , , , . Posted by

Vehicle Designs by Terry Sofian  Steampunk Vehicles    All vehicles are resin castings and come assembled and painted in gray or black primer.All vehicles are 15mm scale, we strove for a constant 1/100.    &nbsp…

Hive, Queen & Country Vehicles

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Vehicle Designs by Terry Sofian  Steampunk Vehicles    All vehicles are resin castings and come assembled and painted in gray or black primer.All vehicles are 15mm scale, we strove for a constant 1/100.    &nbsp…

Tanker’s Tuesday: A9 Cruiser MkI.

Posted on June 7th, 2016 under , , , , . Posted by

     The origin of the Cruiser concept During the interwar the doctrine of the War Office changed, especially after testing different tankettes, the Medium Mk.I and the Light Mk.I/II in real time exercises. It was clear by 1935…

Wargaming for Grown-ups: A Ande-y little play test

Posted on June 6th, 2016 under , , , , . Posted by

 Wargaming for Grown-ups: A Ande-y little play test: After a few weeks or so doing other stuff it was time to get back to this year’s major project, – the Pacific War of 1879-84. Regular r…

15mm FIRST ITALO-ETHIOPIAN WAR

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 I got these in from Mike Taber at HistoriFigshistorifigs@gmail.comhttp://www.bloodaxeminiatures.com/products.shtml Eritrean Ascari, bag of 24   BXKA-003……………………………………….2 eachEritrean Ascari Office…

Latest EBAY Haul

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Lucked out and found a new box set at a very reasonable price! And some items for the forthcoming Brazos Brown Water Navy:    

Latest EBAY Pick Up

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Lucked out and found a new box set at a very reasonable price!

Megablitz and more: Dug in

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 Megablitz and more: Dug in:  Seen occupied by French troops in  this earlier post , my trench system has now been inspected by the Knuston Pals.  I gather these chaps…

Tanker’s Tuesday:T-27

Posted on May 31st, 2016 under , , . Posted by

 

 

Based on the Carden-Loyd Mk.VI

Like the Vickers 6-ton and the Vickers Amphibious model acquired at the same time, the Soviet Union’s UMM special commission bought the Mk.VI in 1929, already a world market success. This was the export model, characterized by a rear engine compartment and a pyramidal structure protecting the crew’s heads. It corresponded to an Army requirement for a light reconnaissance tank. The vehicle undergone a series of trials but production was delayed as the general staff was displeased with it. A preseries was apparently built (unknown quantity) on the original British plans in 1930. Changes were made by Chief Engineer N. Kozyrev and chief Engineer K. Sirken at Zavod No. 37 near Moscow in 1931. They included a scaled-up hull, many reworked details to cope with the Russian climate and terrain, new engine and transmission, a new, sturdier running gear, extended rear storage and a new mount for the main machine-gun, the Soviet-built 7.62 mm (0.3 in) DT, fed with 2520 cartridges.

T27 A

Tanker’s Tuesday: T-27A Tankette

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From Peter Fitzpatrick at Shouting Into The Void This is my 3d-printed Soviet T-27A Tankette in 1/100 (15mm) scale, along with a Peter Pig WW1 British artilleryman for scale. I thought it turned out pretty well, for a WSF print.

OFFICIAL – GZG: 24 hour flash sale for Bank Holiday Monday!

Posted on May 28th, 2016 under , , . Posted by

Hi all, a quick update: If folks on here could do me the favour of spreading this around all the usual websites, blogs and various sites where people may find it of interest, that would be very much appreciated – especially as this is time-sensitive in…

OFFICIAL – GZG: 24 hour flash sale for Bank Holiday Monday!

Posted on May 28th, 2016 under , . Posted by

Hi all, a quick update: If folks on here could do me the favour of spreading this around all the usual websites, blogs and various sites where people may find it of interest, that would be very much appreciated – especially as this is time-sensitive in…