Tanks For Nothing.

 Place-Carlisle Airport

Dateline-Sometime in 1938.

          

      Tonight’s game found us back into the times of the Very British Civil War and a confrontation between the combined forces of the Scottish Republican army and the Anglican League facing up to the local B.U.F forces reinforced by local militia which included a squad straight out of Peaky Blinders. The battlefield was the defences of Carlisle airport and it looked like a walk in the park for the fascist defenders until they were faced with a very large tank which came in the form of a French Char 2cwhich although big didn’t have a lot going for it.The problem there though is that if you don’t have anything capable of dealing with it ,it’ll just run over you which it did.

Holding The Line.

An Unused Fiat.

Roadblock.

The Beast In Question.

     The forces were gathered and Herr O’Brien took charge of the Anglican League leaving Oor Andrew in charge of the Scots who came complete with the big tank.El Presidente took charge of the B.U.F. contingent leaving myself in charge of the local militia which consisted of local militia supplemented by some local estate militia shotguns et al.

Obviously The Same Builders As Graustark Flughaven.

My Only Invincible Thing On The Pitch.

They Shall Not Pass.

Peaky Blinders And Co.

          The game kicked off and almost at once the tank made it’s way forward up the flank and it was all we could do to bring all our anti tank rifles to bear on it but chocolate fire guards were words that came to mind-as useless as.We hit it first time but it stood,gave itself a shake and proceeded on its merry little way ploughing its way through field and hedge and because we were concentrating on this adversary the rest of the attackers were being given a free rein manoeuvring wise. The only target of interest were the ladies of the Pankhurst company who had decided to inhabit the building nearest to our trenches.This drew fire from our machine gun team backed up by some rifle fire ensuring they kept their heads down taking a few casualties in doing so.Pizza and beer break arrived so we all trudged across to the local hostelry for some sustenance for the second half.

More Big Guns.

The Non-Christian Anglican Rabble.

“Look At The Size Of That!”

Cannon Fodder.

      Play was resumed and Oor Andrew had arrived to take charge of the Scots and immediately charged forward at 9 miles per hour with his tank surviving not just anti tank rifle fire but also a vain attempt by the female Blackshirt company or should that be the Blackblouse company to storm it.Anyway this group withstood two morale checks and attacked the tank  only being let down at the last minute. by bad dice rolling.An armoured car had been dispatched by B.U.F command to deal with this usurper but kept on missing and eventually was made to retreat itself heading for the safety of the airport.Nothing we were doing was going to stop this juggernaut.Actually this tank achieved more than the tank did in real life.

Here It Comes.

Checking In.

Ready To Follow Up After The Tank.

The Scots Move Forward.

    Herr O’Brien now brought his artillery piece into action,another thing that we did not have an answer for as first it did away with my militia machine gun and then proceeded to whittle away its partner on the hill without any comeback.

Some Familiar Faces.

The Gallant Girls Get Stuck In.

The Lone Piper.

Trying To Stem The Gap.

      My young militia lads tried to bring some equality into the game by rushing the female festooned building in front of them only to have their numbers dwindled but they steadfastly achieved their aim only to be destroyed by the evil Anglican league gun whose crew were laughing at every casualty they were incurring on the innocent militia.The estate militia tried to follow them up moving behind rocks to block line of sight but were informed that line of sight wasn’t blocked so they were cruelly machine gunned by the so called Christians. The third militia squad who closely resembled the gents(and ladies)from Peaky Blinders advanced and wrought havoc amongst the Anglican machine gun cowering behind a hedge.

Another Unused Aircraft.

They Couldn’t Use The Bikes Because Of The Potholes.

Showing How It’s Done.

The Bailiffs Ready To Evict.

     Our biggest and only real problem was the tank on the other side of the playing field which was creating havoc amongst our poor infantry as wave after wave were sent against the tank backed up by some fruitless anti tank rifle shots but alas no success. I don’t want to cast aspersions but the Scottish/Anglican side did seem to have a big advantage in big guns whereas my gallant lads were issued with mere anti tank rifles-just saying.

Nipped Across To Britain For The Day.

The Welcoming Party.

     The game entered the final few minutes as I realised that we were on a hiding to nothing so no side was signalled before the invaders arrived at the meeting place between King Edward and some Austrian corporal.

Teddy And Wallis Oot For The Day-Gin Included.

  “Sorry I Don’t Drink (In German)”

     Not a bad game played in the usual name calling and derogatory comments way but hopefully next time we will have the weapons to seize the day.

       All figures,scenery and scenario provided by El Presidente.

          See You All When I See You.

         This has been a Garvald Film Studios Production.