Hill 107: The King and Me!

Date- Wednesday 12th March circa 1938.

Place-The Garvaldian Front.

“Well that’ll be that then!”

The Very British Civil War had finally made it’s way to sleepy Garvald and found us in the defence of the local field hospital against the oncoming horde of the BUF commanded by Mosley himself.He had discovered that the king was being held to all intensive purposes hostage and his rescue was required.Also present that day at the time was Prince Albert’s wife Mary and their elder daughter Elizabeth hopefully looking for the quick demise of the king so they could do a quick takeover whilst on the premises.

Peak time at the hospital.

Plenty of incomes.

The George Washington brigade.

“Where does one get a G&T around here?”

I found myself in charge of the attacking BUF and the defenders came under the control of young Andrew ably abetted by El Presidente’s bad dice drawing. The dice drawing came about as we were using our go to rules Bolt Action hence the dice drawing.

Captain Blackadder and Captain Darling chitchat with General Haig.

The tennis courts make a quick reappearance.

The Languishing Lanchester.

The Garvald Ladies Explorer Club LTD.

There wasn’t much gameplaying time so my plan was to charge in with my armour and seize the day and all be home for tea and crumpets.How many times have I said that. I work on the principal that it has to work sometime but it wasn’t to be this evening .As soon as my first tank charged up the main road lo and behold it was shot at by a hidden anti tank gun and it was stopped in its tracks.This meant a change in plan with the infantry now tasked to weeding out these Anglican usurpers.

A nice brace of ambulances.

Nurses with guns-not a novelty in the Garvaldian Universe.

The land girls before they get whisked away.

The Armadillos ready for the off.

The first squad of matelots were sent forward backed up by the Dutch squad who I’m afraid when they made it to the camouflaged strongpoint were left high and dry after being informed by El Presidente that they had to enter by the back door putting them into the line of fire of the Lanchester armoured car.This proved fatal to our gallant Dutch brothers and they were soon sent on their merry way back to Holland

The Dutch ready to advance.

Moseley gesticulates.

BUF kilty kilty cauld bums.

The matelots advance.

Obviously Andrew had got the fix in with El Presidente,probably with the offer of another flagon of ale in the pub,as there was a continuous flow of Anglican dice emerging from the dice bag especially at the start of the turns meaning the enemy were always given first shot usually to my detriment.This was proven when Andrew moved his anti tank rifle armed Armadillos forward without any hindrance and firing a salvo of 50 calibre bullets at both of my tanks making one retreat.The only saving grace was the coastal tideline or else one of my tanks would have been retreating to Denmark.

The land girls having a incognito picnic.

Boudicca’s Babes.

Disembarking Tanks.

“What the guides were doing ,I haven’t a clue?”

To add insult to injury my naval steam truck whilst disembarking from the landing craft was hit by a lucky mortar shell decimating my poor jack tars.

HMS Steam Lorry.

Straight up the road.

El Presidente getting the vet bill for his black Hebridean sheep.

“Garvald Rifles,Garvald Rifles!Sorry Jam.

My plan B was to funnel my motor cycle troops up the left using cover of some houses to keep them out of harm’s way.They opened up on the local Garvald Ladies’ Explorer’s club resulting in a single squeal as one of the females were done away with.Just as I thought my luck had changed a forlorn Hope land girl squad who were picknicking away quietly suddenly picked up some Purdey shotguns and started taking pot shots at my motorbikes.Damn unsportswomanlike I thought!

That looks like a suspicious hole in that wall?

Here come the Armadillos.

My only successes.

Hoping to team up.

As I had said it was only a short game so moving my infantry squads was proving to be rather slow as Andrew had his defences set up pretty far forward due to the numerous favourable dice he was been given so my squads were having to move forward under constant fire.My motor cycle squad who were by far my most successful unit were themselves taking heavy fire from emplaced machine guns.My second tank managed to hit one of the Armadillos but only caused it to temporarily retreat.That’s what kind of night it was for the forces of law and order.

“Where’s that back door?”-in Dutch!

Yet another lucky hit!

My last push before full time saw me trying to move everything forward and this resulted in my Boudicca’s Babe Squad taking a pasting as the Anglicans couldn’t find any other worthwhile targets.This was the cruelty we were up against with my innocent girls melting into a goo of black leather.Luckily full time was called before I could incur any more cruelty.The king was still under ball and chain and Princess Elizabeth could be seen rubbing her hands!Watch this space!