<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914</id><updated>2011-10-17T12:19:08.071-05:00</updated><category term='Texas Privateers'/><title type='text'>WWII GURPS</title><subtitle type='html'>Our GURPS games, and why it's FUN to throw grenades.
  Games we play. WWII - Reign of Steel - Texas Revolution.


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This material is not official and is not endorsed by Steve Jackson Games.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-1037217177956581387</id><published>2011-08-30T00:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:00:35.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Privateers'/><title type='text'>Ship's Doctor Ashton Rys-Davies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EH9jIFunQ24/Tlx2S6wjdDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v6GJHxkI7TU/s1600/BHC2842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EH9jIFunQ24/Tlx2S6wjdDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v6GJHxkI7TU/s320/BHC2842.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born March 13, 1794 in Tunstall, Kent to the Rys-Davies Baronetcy.&amp;nbsp; The baronetcy was granted to Ash's grandfather for services to the Crown in India during the Seven Years' War, and removed from the books completely in 1836.&lt;br /&gt;Trained as a surgeon at St. Bartholomew in London, 1810...Joined first of Hellfire Clubs 1815...Observes first blood transfusion 1818...Begins magical studies 1821&lt;br /&gt;Developed an aptitude for archeology during school and spent 1826 in Eygpt with James Burton.&lt;br /&gt;Begins in-depth occult studies 1828&lt;br /&gt;Member of several Hellfire Clubs and began taking the magic side far more seriously than the debauchery.&amp;nbsp; Implicated in the ritual murder of an Earl's daughter, he fled England to the Americas.(Dec 12 ,1835)&lt;br /&gt;The baronetcy was removed from the records, and the situation was hushed up.&lt;br /&gt;Springheel Jack is most likely a weak demon that Ash summoned and failed to control (1835);&amp;nbsp; Jack would have waited until Ash was out of the area before engaging in shenanagans (Springheel Jack "encounters" begin in Oct 1837)&lt;br /&gt;Ash keeps track of the latest medical trends, and if they don't seem insane, will experiment with them as possible.&amp;nbsp; Has recently discovered the value of loyalty as a personal advantage, if not necessarily an ethic.&lt;br /&gt;Goes by the name "Dr. William Edwards" currently.&lt;br /&gt;Maintains English sangfroid, Overconfident and callous, overconfidence is telegraphed by self-satisfied smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash took service with the "Phantom" initially, but has moved with the rest of the party to the 6-gun "Beulah" (formerly "The Liberty", but renamed by the new owner after the prettiest whore in the boomtown of Ft. Worth)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-1037217177956581387?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/1037217177956581387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=1037217177956581387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/1037217177956581387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/1037217177956581387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2011/08/ships-doctor-ashton-rys-davies.html' title='Ship&apos;s Doctor Ashton Rys-Davies'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EH9jIFunQ24/Tlx2S6wjdDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v6GJHxkI7TU/s72-c/BHC2842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-1226519507139778340</id><published>2011-08-30T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:28:31.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Questions in a low-mana world</title><content type='html'>We have morphed into a spin-off of the original Texas Revolution campaign, based on the 1st Texas Navy.&amp;nbsp; I'll hold off on a campaign description for now, as I'll be focusing this post on some questions regarding my character, the ship's doctor, who also just happens to be a necromancer. I want to use this opportunity to ask these questions without eating into game time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One "skill" I took was "Necromantic College" through GCB.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know what it did when I chose it, but it sure sounded cool ;&amp;gt; After looking through the books, and then finally through the GCB manuals, I discovered that this is a GCB placeholder for college summaries to use for improvisational spellcasting.&amp;nbsp; I just wasted 5 CP, oops.&amp;nbsp; As an aside, GCB has a printing option (the Grimoire), which calculates and prints this data as part of your spell lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, considering that we are playing in a low mana campaign, it may just be that we consider this "skill" to be a prerequisite for learning magic at all, or to add a +1 bonus to the college for learning improvisational spells, or perhaps a bonus in spell research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we decide to do this as an explanation for character background, is it possible to do this for the other colleges as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to the second set of questions; how did Ash learn his spells to begin with?&amp;nbsp; Grimoires? Research (spell invention, "Magic" p16)? Improvisational spellcasting?&amp;nbsp; Teacher?&amp;nbsp; Demonic tutoring? I can certainly see a doctor with a comfortable wealth level able to drop some bucks in the research department :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to a follow-up question regarding the learning of improvisational spells:&amp;nbsp; If a spell is learned in this method, does it allow the mage to learn the spell without learning the prerequisite, or does the mage have to learn the prerequisite as well, and spend the CP for both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have questions about the skill of&amp;nbsp; thaumatology...can this skill be used as a substitute for college skills when attempting improvisational spellcasting?&amp;nbsp; Can it be used as a&amp;nbsp; bonus for spell invention?&amp;nbsp; "Grimoire" references "new inventions" in the "Basic" manual (186-187) for this skill, but that seems too easy compared to the method in "Magic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there is a section&amp;nbsp; in "Magic" at the end (p119) - Time, Energy and Cost Tradeoffs (Hurried or Careful spellcasting) that discusses additional time for energy or for skill; this is different then the "Alternate Magic &lt;br /&gt;Ritual Rule" sidebar on p7 that we have been using.&amp;nbsp; The biggest way in that this is different is that there is not a limit set to how much time can be spent preparing, and that might not be appropriate for a low mana world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that is going to be a major pain learning new spells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-1226519507139778340?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/1226519507139778340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=1226519507139778340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/1226519507139778340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/1226519507139778340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2011/08/magical-questions-in-low-mana-world.html' title='Magical Questions in a low-mana world'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-3573534929866631647</id><published>2011-08-15T17:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:06:18.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ones For You, Brent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s930.photobucket.com/albums/ad147/paperglyder/AftertheGlow-Redhead-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://s930.photobucket.com/albums/ad147/paperglyder/AftertheGlow-Redhead-2-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-3573534929866631647?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/3573534929866631647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=3573534929866631647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/3573534929866631647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/3573534929866631647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-ones-for-you-brent_15.html' title='This Ones For You, Brent'/><author><name>Cpt. Harold Milton O.B.E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyrHVvIeva0/TkmPwNDy0mI/AAAAAAAAAEc/R7v4x9WdNlI/s1600/aliens_as_people_640_03-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-7923314421907177106</id><published>2007-06-11T23:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:02:42.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Playin - Just not Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Player Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve - Workin or too damn tired&lt;br /&gt;Russ - Workin or drinkin&lt;br /&gt;Sneaker - Player (restin his DM brains) in another campaign&lt;br /&gt;Jill - Coverin Sneaker's back in another game&lt;br /&gt;Meryl - Dooin teenage chick stuff and/or workin&lt;br /&gt;Phil - Dooin other projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - Serious health problems&lt;br /&gt;Laura - Tending to Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, we're thinking about you.  Get better! I hope both of you are all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Train - Discontinued for excessive use of tac nukes&lt;br /&gt;WWII Europe - On hiatus&lt;br /&gt;WWII Pacific - On hiatus&lt;br /&gt;Texas 1836 - On hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players with accounts - post your funniest gaming stories here until we get some games goin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-7923314421907177106?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/7923314421907177106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=7923314421907177106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/7923314421907177106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/7923314421907177106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-playin-just-not-europe.html' title='Still Playin - Just not Europe'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-116244329577363570</id><published>2006-11-01T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:54:55.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PHIL - TEXAS ON FRIDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>aboot 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following up with email and harrassing phone calls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-116244329577363570?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/116244329577363570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=116244329577363570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/116244329577363570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/116244329577363570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/11/phil-texas-on-friday.html' title='PHIL - TEXAS ON FRIDAY!!!'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-115112070224443311</id><published>2006-06-23T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:45:02.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Banned disney cartoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/hAKFMceeOzM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/hAKFMceeOzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perfect propaganda cartoon that portrayed the Nazi mindset in a dangerous and still buffoonish manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our friends in the media should be doing for our jihadi friends now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-115112070224443311?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/115112070224443311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=115112070224443311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/115112070224443311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/115112070224443311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/06/banned-disney-cartoon-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-114781768575995293</id><published>2006-05-16T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:14:45.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Site Admin and other shit</title><content type='html'>1st - No Texas on Friday; in fact I won't be gaming this weekend at all.  I guess I really should turn on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd- Gamer Quotes came down (the tagboard on the sidebar) - they were causing a popup for fast click.  Not on my site.&lt;br /&gt;We can just start a thread for funny shit, and make a link to that entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-114781768575995293?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/114781768575995293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=114781768575995293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114781768575995293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114781768575995293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/05/site-admin-and-other-shit.html' title='Site Admin and other shit'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-114781483551803436</id><published>2006-05-16T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:27:16.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to date with Texas</title><content type='html'>Let's see, two games now have gone by, so what's happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party gets to Santa Fe, and manages to rob the silver mine.  The Mexicans guarding the silver mine decide to seal the mine from the outside while the party is in the mine piling up ingots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some badly failed rolls followed by some really good rolls gets the party to the surface (dragging every ounce of silver they can carry), and finds the encampment of the Mexican army.  A night attack incurring more brutality then I care to describe at the moment takes out the CO, and nets the party about 20 redshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party decides to forego El Paso and the Jornada de Meurto (C'mon guys, what's a few Apache amongst friends?) and instead head out to St. Louis.  This gives the DM a chance to whittle down the redshirt contingent.  The last raid on them coming from a band of Commanche that doesn't recognixe this motley crew as member's of Nocona's group, and of course, how would they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party, and their few remaining redshirts, have yet to encounter Kiowa or Pawnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're headed that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-114781483551803436?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/114781483551803436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=114781483551803436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114781483551803436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114781483551803436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-to-date-with-texas.html' title='Up to date with Texas'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-114564354873946178</id><published>2006-04-21T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:19:08.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Felipe Del Vela... Yeah I got points for using my name</title><content type='html'>First off let me say this is not your ordinary priest.  He is a priest with a mission.  He is going to cleanse the Wild West of the heretics, and bring them more close to God.  He has yet to recieve any news that it has been stopped and is continuing business as usual.  please not this is a fictional character in a Game and is not a copy of any real life events. The priest is in his early 40's and is from Spain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe you me he is trying to tame the Wild west one person at a  time if it is God's Will.  He is considering himself as Judge, jury and executioner.  By all means he will get what he wants and he will serve punishment personally from his hands. Garrot is his favorite means but will take to protecting himself with a knife. It is known that the church does not shed blood, but here in the Wild West these heathens don't fight fair. So he take matters into his own  hands, by any means possible.  BTW this priest has learned how to use a black powder weapon to protect himself and frineds he finds.&lt;br /&gt;after the marrying of his friend named Granny to crooked leg, it has become interesting. We now have comed to freeing many of slaves and gathering much gold for the building of many mission in these Badlands. Hopefully we have given the GM a headache he will not forget anytime soon. More info on the priest as the game continues. Below is alittle information on the topic  of spanish Inquistion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Spanish Inquisition&lt;/b&gt; was a legally constituted court founded under  &lt;a title="Ferdinand and Isabella of Castile" href="/wiki/Ferdinand_and_Isabella_of_Castile"&gt;Ferdinand and Isabella of  Castile&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="1478" href="/wiki/1478"&gt;1478&lt;/a&gt; to suppress &lt;a title="Heresy" href="/wiki/Heresy"&gt;heresies&lt;/a&gt; within the &lt;a title="Catholic Church" href="/wiki/Catholic_Church"&gt;Catholic Church&lt;/a&gt;. After  concerted efforts to induce Jews and Muslims to accept Christianity - through  social and economic pressure and also through special events such as the  Disputation at Tortosa in 1413 - it became apparent to the Spanish monarchy that  many of the "converted" remained loyal to their pre-conversion traditions and  practices. The Inquisition was formulated, primarily under control of the  Spanish monarch, as a means of identifying and punishing such converts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the history of the Catholic &lt;a title="Inquisition" href="/wiki/Inquisition"&gt;Inquisition&lt;/a&gt;, the Spanish Inquisition is especially  well-known, particularly in the nature of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Auto de fe" href="/wiki/Auto_de_fe"&gt;auto de fe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, or trials, of converted &lt;a title="Muslim" href="/wiki/Muslim"&gt;Muslims&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Jew" href="/wiki/Jew"&gt;Jews&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Illuminists" href="/wiki/Illuminists"&gt;Illuminists&lt;/a&gt;. This Inquisition also gave rise to the  &lt;a title="Peruvian Inquisition" href="/wiki/Peruvian_Inquisition"&gt;Peruvian  Inquisition&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a title="Mexican Inquisition" href="/wiki/Mexican_Inquisition"&gt;Mexican Inquisition&lt;/a&gt;, which continued until  those countries split off from Spain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Inquisition was removed during &lt;a title="Napoleon" href="/wiki/Napoleon"&gt;Napoleonic&lt;/a&gt; rule (&lt;a title="1808" href="/wiki/1808"&gt;1808&lt;/a&gt;–&lt;a title="1812" href="/wiki/1812"&gt;1812&lt;/a&gt;), but  reinstituted when &lt;a title="Ferdinand VII of Spain" href="/wiki/Ferdinand_VII_of_Spain"&gt;Ferdinand VII of Spain&lt;/a&gt; recovered the  throne. It was officially ended on &lt;a title="July 15" href="/wiki/July_15"&gt;15  July&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="1834" href="/wiki/1834"&gt;1834&lt;/a&gt;. Schoolmaster Cayetano Ripoli,  garroted to death in Valencia on &lt;a title="July 26" href="/wiki/July_26"&gt;July  26&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1826" href="/wiki/1826"&gt;1826&lt;/a&gt; (allegedly for teaching Deist  principles), was the last person executed by the Spanish Inquisition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Inquisition was a religious court operated by Church authorities, but in  contrast to other Inquisitions it did so under the supervision of the Spanish  crown. If a person was found to be heretical, they were turned over ("relaxed")  to the secular authorities to be punished, since "the Church does not shed  blood". &lt;a title="Torture" href="/wiki/Torture"&gt;Torture&lt;/a&gt; was often used to gain  confessions. Punishments ranged from public shame (dressing in the &lt;a title="Sambenito" href="/wiki/Sambenito"&gt;sambenito&lt;/a&gt;) to &lt;a title="Burning at the stake" href="/wiki/Burning_at_the_stake"&gt;burning at the  stake&lt;/a&gt;. Burning at the stake was carried out after death by &lt;a title="Garrote" href="/wiki/Garrote"&gt;garroting&lt;/a&gt; (strangulation) for those who repented;  burning alive was for the unrepentant; and in &lt;a title="Effigy" href="/wiki/Effigy"&gt;effigy&lt;/a&gt; for those condemned &lt;i&gt;in absentia&lt;/i&gt;. These  punishments were conducted in public ceremonies called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Auto de fe" href="/wiki/Auto_de_fe"&gt;auto de fe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that could last a whole day. The  clerical members of the tribunal were assisted by civilians (&lt;i&gt;familiares&lt;/i&gt;).  The office of familiar of the Inquisition was very prestigious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many people made such accusations out of revenge, or to gain rewards from the  Crown. The Crown itself may have been behind some of the allegations, in the  desire to appropriate wealthy Conversos' lands, property and valuables.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Inquisition was also used against focuses of early &lt;a title="Protestantism" href="/wiki/Protestantism"&gt;Protestantism&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Erasmism" href="/wiki/Erasmism"&gt;Erasmism&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Illuminism" href="/wiki/Illuminism"&gt;Illuminism&lt;/a&gt; and in the &lt;a title="18th century" href="/wiki/18th_century"&gt;18th century&lt;/a&gt; against &lt;a title="Encyclopedism" href="/wiki/Encyclopedism"&gt;Encyclopedism&lt;/a&gt; and French &lt;a title="Age of Enlightenment" href="/wiki/Age_of_Enlightenment"&gt;Enlightenment&lt;/a&gt;. In spite of the actions of  the other European &lt;a title="Inquisition" href="/wiki/Inquisition"&gt;Inquisitions&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Witchcraft" href="/wiki/Witchcraft"&gt;witchcraft&lt;/a&gt; was a bigger concern for the Spanish  people than for the Inquisition. Accused witches were usually dismissed as  mentally ill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-114564354873946178?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/114564354873946178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=114564354873946178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114564354873946178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114564354873946178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/04/felipe-del-vela-yeah-i-got-points-for.html' title='Felipe Del Vela... Yeah I got points for using my name'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-114404319526492799</id><published>2006-04-03T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:46:35.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handbook of Texas Online: INDIANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tsha.utexas.edu/handbook/online/articles/II/bzi4.html"&gt;Handbook of Texas Online: INDIANS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Statehood.&lt;/b&gt; Texas entered the United States in 1845-46 (&lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; ANNEXATION), and the situation for Indians was altered. For one change, raiders such as the Comanches, Kiowas, and Wichitas had to learn that the Americans and Texans were one people now, and that they could not rob one and sell the loot to the other, although unscrupulous frontier traders did this for a while. For another, the United States was obligated by the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:-1;" &gt;&lt;sup&gt;qv&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to block Indian raids into Mexico, a part of the agreement that the Comanches did not respect because they had not been consulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothin to do with our game at present - I just liked the line.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-114404319526492799?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/114404319526492799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=114404319526492799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114404319526492799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114404319526492799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/04/handbook-of-texas-online-indians.html' title='Handbook of Texas Online: INDIANS'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-114396540342654048</id><published>2006-04-02T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:10:03.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking the GM</title><content type='html'>Texas -  Game 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party makes it to Peta Nocona's camp, and I have already decided that there is no way that the party is changing history - this time.  So when meeting the warchief, he flat out tells them, "no way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Peta, unfortunately, uses the word "kin" to describe Cynthia Ann's current status (my bust as I should have said "slave").  Granny latches onto this like a dog on steak, and tells him  "well that makes ME kin, too".  I call her bluff, so they tell her she has to marry into the tribe.  Surprising me, she agrees (and I don't get to start the party off in a battle in the middle of the camp).  Damn.  OK then, they give her the oldest bastard in the tribe as her bridegroom.  Crooked Leg hobbles into the teepee, and again she says OK.  It seems Granny has buried 4 husbands, and it's been awhile.  I never saw it coming.  It works out for Granny, as she now knows exactly where the girl is, and can succor her, if not rescue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some horse trading, and wedding prep/partying, the party is off to Santa Fe, ostensibly to gamble, but I keep hearing "silver mines" from the greedier party members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Apache ambush at the point where they hit the Santa Fe trail turns out badly for the Apache; nothing spectacular, but Crooked Leg has the best shot of the battle, scalping an Apache as he falls.  He may be old, but he's hell on wheels with a tomahawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest has spent the last month in an iron pot, reloading Brown Besses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passage into New Mexico is purchased with the tale of the Apaches, and a bottle of "fine whiskey".  The group gambles, drinks, and runs into an inside man at the Governer's Silver Mine Del Norte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, next game session, they plan on taking the tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-114396540342654048?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/114396540342654048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=114396540342654048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114396540342654048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114396540342654048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/04/shocking-gm.html' title='Shocking the GM'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-114234177084523270</id><published>2006-03-14T07:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T07:09:30.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOORINGGGG!</title><content type='html'>Texas 1836 game-&lt;br /&gt;2nd session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party bores the shit out of the DM for the first hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gamble AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to go on a boat, you're going to throw a hurricane at us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I walk on the beach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I drink these pussies under the table" (Haha, she failed her drinking roll, and was sick for a week :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Goddamnit, didn't Granny tell me she was kin to the Parkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cynthia Ann just got took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION - as Granny bundles up the party and heads for Ft. Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mean as hell. cold killer Ranger NPC gets wasted.  Damn, an arrow crit in the noggin.  Not to mention a whole company of Tonkowa Rangers dies on the Brazos.  They got a 2-1 kill ratio on the Commanche, and the party made for a few of those dead Commanche themselves.  I didn't manage to kill a single party member ( and yes, I was trying, hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I DID kill Granny's mule, and she wasn't happy about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't of let them have the Pattersons so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party did a good job of avoiding one of my DM traps.  A Commanche recognizes the shaman from another band's camp, and offers a temporary truce, so the Commanche can collect their wounded (the casualty rate was actually  3-1, but the Commanche were able to tend their wounded, and the party didn't really push too hard to save the wounded Tonks, even the sole surviving Tonkowa  didn't say  too much).  To  resolve the  party's right to be on the  Commancheria, the pahio offers a single combat.  If the party's best warrior doesn't  win in a knife fight, the  weaponless , horseless, and clotheless party will be allowed to walk back to the settlements;  if he wins, then the pahio will send a guide and escort with the party to Peta Nocona's encampment.  Ohh yeah, the party finds out that these Commanche weren't the ones that took Cynthia Ann.  So of course, the Tonkowa warrior speaks up...and the party almost lets him fight for them.  And of course, I would have killed him, and got all the party's gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell figgers it out; I've sandbagged him enuff over the years.  And of course, he wins the knife fight over a pretty good NPC with a vitals shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I REALLY REALLY want to kill the party, well, they're still out on the plains...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-114234177084523270?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/114234177084523270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=114234177084523270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114234177084523270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114234177084523270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/03/boooringggg.html' title='BOOORINGGGG!'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-114051620048206167</id><published>2006-02-21T04:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T04:11:21.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas During the Republic - Game Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lsjunction.com/places/ismap2b.htm"&gt;Texas During the Republic&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;h2&gt;Texas During the Republic&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil history to go with the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening characters-&lt;br /&gt;A deserter from Santa Ana's army&lt;br /&gt;A halfbreed tracker (Commanche)&lt;br /&gt;A halfbreed medicene man (Cherokee)&lt;br /&gt;A Granny&lt;br /&gt;A Catolica priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started on the battlefield of the San Jacinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game got a little interesting later on when the priest out Commanche'd the Commanches with a knife in his hand and a mouthy prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to steal the shotguns from the party.  Granny cleared THREE warriors from the saddle with a double barrell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention there were still three Mexican armies in Texas at the close of the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I guess I didn't  :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-114051620048206167?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/114051620048206167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=114051620048206167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114051620048206167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/114051620048206167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/02/texas-during-republic-game-started.html' title='Texas During the Republic - Game Started'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-113787776698361487</id><published>2006-01-21T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:09:27.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're No 2</title><content type='html'>Second listing on a google search of "wwii gurps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-113787776698361487?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/113787776698361487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=113787776698361487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/113787776698361487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/113787776698361487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/01/were-no-2.html' title='We&apos;re No 2'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-113747869957709888</id><published>2006-01-17T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:18:19.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TEXAS 1836</title><content type='html'>If you want to put together a character for 1836 Texas GURPS, here's the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. This is for pickup games when Sneaker don't feel like being sneaky, and Russell's too fucked up to DM, or when we feel like it.  I'm not up to DM'n on a regular basis (look how I fucked up THE TRAIN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Your character should be rational in a Texas 1836 setting.  No nijitsu, alternate lyfestyle power rangers, demihumans, psychics, cyborgs etc! Although a certain Militech Sypder might show up.               lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.130 CP to start. No cinematic backgrounds or skills or ADVs.  The only exception would be for "trained by a master" for lance, knife, or bow for a Commanche.  OTOH, if you play a Commanche, expect a short lifespan.  Unless you're smart enuff to figger out why I mentioned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.Possible background options would be Tarankawa, Hispanic, Texian.  Anything else give me a DAMN GOOD story on.  English nobility should also expect a short lifespan.  I am notoriously bigoted as a DM ( ask Russ about the shaman he played in 2020)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want PLAYERS to do some background research.  If you play an allied Indian, which tribe, and what language, eh eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Magic -yes it exists. see me if interested. BUT no flashy shit.  And I beleive the last witch burned in the US was about 1806.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do we burn witches on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-113747869957709888?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/113747869957709888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=113747869957709888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/113747869957709888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/113747869957709888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2006/01/texas-1836.html' title='TEXAS 1836'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-113409778169059173</id><published>2005-12-08T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:10:23.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The game is afoot...</title><content type='html'>WWII Gaming has resumed.  Time on deck, Nov 16, 1942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean is back, or is he???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to report from the last game session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then the fact that we're back in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay North Africa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-113409778169059173?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/113409778169059173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=113409778169059173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/113409778169059173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/113409778169059173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/12/game-is-afoot.html' title='The game is afoot...'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112657173906744920</id><published>2005-09-12T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:47:51.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Character Opportunitys</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that several people are interested in the possibility of New Characters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be possible to introduce New Characters some time in the next few gamimg sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the following restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;All "New" characters will start on the same mission.&lt;br /&gt;Players wanting new characters will finalise them &amp; get GM approval before said mission.&lt;br /&gt;Fall 1942 is the current timeline date.&lt;br /&gt;New Characters will start with  235pts  60disads  5quirks&lt;br /&gt;Powers are gained in play.  i.e. everyone starts as normys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-mail; me for discussion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112657173906744920?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112657173906744920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112657173906744920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112657173906744920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112657173906744920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/future-character-opportunitys.html' title='Future Character Opportunitys'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112641255853732860</id><published>2005-09-10T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:22:38.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in...</title><content type='html'>Great work on the site guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good reorts.  No wonder they made you an officer, jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snickering as i run back out of sight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112641255853732860?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112641255853732860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112641255853732860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112641255853732860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112641255853732860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/checking-in.html' title='Checking in...'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112562986471660991</id><published>2005-09-01T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:09:03.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SITREP Operation TORCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Operation Torch&lt;br /&gt;MISSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 7th   Jump with 509th  Pathfinders in C-47's take a radio station, transmit a guiding signal, &amp; make your way to beachhead Z at ZERO hour&lt;br /&gt;&amp; use your torch to signal &amp; guide in the first wave&lt;br /&gt;; password "whiskey,"  response "soda." &lt;br /&gt;link up with RTC Armor &amp; act as a Liason Officer with the 506th &amp; guide them inland &lt;br /&gt;TARGET Tafaraoui airfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the French are potential Allies &amp; we are under the "Peace plan"&lt;br /&gt;Radio plans to revert to "War plan"&lt;br /&gt;Radio:BatterUp = Unit prepariong to Fire on (Neutral?) French&lt;br /&gt;Radio:Playball = Return Fire - Fire at Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oposition suspected to be light composed of Units of French army Corps in Oran&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3 planes made it from england not intitially together &amp; lost &lt;br /&gt;- shot down by French. we do a hot jump.&lt;br /&gt;16 unwounded including one pilot, 13 wounded&lt;br /&gt;decided to leave all NPCs with one wrecked aircraft, head towards&lt;br /&gt;objective (Alex's decision)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with resistance member on the march.  Blew a tire; fixed that.  &lt;br /&gt;Got stuck trying to cross railroad tracks; Russell rolled an 8 with&lt;br /&gt;Hstrength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to town, met up with lots more resistance people.  Found the tower,&lt;br /&gt;no guards.  Door locked (duh); I picked lock.  We relock the door after&lt;br /&gt;we go through.&lt;br /&gt;One guy on second floor, Alex slit his throat.  Transmitter room on 2nd&lt;br /&gt;floor; 3rd floor is half a large office which has booze, with antenna on&lt;br /&gt;other half; basement holds generator (British).  I start generator,&lt;br /&gt;Russell and Kirby guard stairwell to upper floors and drink the found&lt;br /&gt;booze, Alex tunes transmitter and gets it going (rolled 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 0145, French Army shows up at the door, which we locked...&lt;br /&gt;Russell opens the door shoots one and slams and locks the door,&lt;br /&gt;I (Jones) grenade them from the second floor, (and now remember I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;spend some time practicing Throwing skill)&lt;br /&gt;Russell opens the door shoots one and slams and locks the door,&lt;br /&gt;I grenade them from the second floor,&lt;br /&gt; 2 armored cars show up.  There's also a firefight going on down the&lt;br /&gt;street, where the police station is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirby throws one of the undrunk bottles and takes out an armored car;&lt;br /&gt;Russel Bitches at him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quote*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kirby complains back, I though that's what you meant when you said they wer'na' for drink'in?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex snipes an escaping crew; &lt;br /&gt;we manage to restrain Kirby from throwing the last bottle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sneak out the back of the building, and find our&lt;br /&gt;resistance contact who still has a car; we get out of town with no&lt;br /&gt;problems; the two Resistance guys we were drinking with, stayed in the&lt;br /&gt;station (I did tell them we were leaving; they didn't want to leave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it to the invasion beach; I start signalling.  &lt;br /&gt;Blue lights from the sea, and dark shapes getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;Higgins boats.&lt;br /&gt;I finish my remaining bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet with a force of Stuarts, get a lift.  A 509th plane sees us&lt;br /&gt;moving and thinks we're French and drops on us; we give them and two&lt;br /&gt;more sticks a lift to the airfield.&lt;br /&gt;The airfield is Tarafoui airfield; this is the way we came from the town&lt;br /&gt;of Valmy.&lt;br /&gt;Railroad on the left side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find the airfield, and negotiate with the airfield commander; I&lt;br /&gt;detect that he's stalling, and give him 30 seconds to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;He does, the entire airfield.&lt;br /&gt;Russell goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Until we loot the airfield.&lt;br /&gt;1 set of silk sheets (2)&lt;br /&gt;1 set of crystal shot glasses (4)&lt;br /&gt;1 hip flask of brandy&lt;br /&gt;1 Lebel rifle&lt;br /&gt;3 silk scarves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;End of game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112562986471660991?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112562986471660991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112562986471660991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562986471660991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562986471660991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/sitrep-operation-torch.html' title='SITREP Operation TORCH'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112562930075318431</id><published>2005-09-01T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:34:30.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SITREP    Operation Jubilee</title><content type='html'>2nd Lt Jones Reporting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in England - training and leave&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;with new Orders:The Brits are taking another shot at a port. &lt;br /&gt;This will be a combined ops action, &amp; you'll have a ringside seat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you &amp; some of the 1st Airborn in with the &lt;br /&gt;to observe the action, Center Group - White beach&lt;br /&gt;Royal Hamilton LIght Infantry, With 14th Canadian Army Tank Regiment in support&lt;br /&gt;Objective Casino, Theater, Church of St Remy - Royal A Commando&lt;br /&gt;you are to assist them in any way that you can.&lt;br /&gt;We are set to re-inforce you with Mount Royal Fusiliers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything goes wrong it's imperitive that you get your men out.&lt;br /&gt;We don't want this to be another repeat of the Nazarine Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Loaded into ship, going to France (we're ready to jump ship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loading into assault boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quotes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GM: "We're landing at grid 37."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's not a grid number."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;GM: "It's right there on the map table."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looks* "There's letters in front."&lt;br /&gt;GM: "Oh shit!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Throw that navigator overboard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing "Saving Private Ryan"&lt;br /&gt;GM: "Sorry Phil, it's the best I can do.  I don't have a big budget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're landing in front of a French casino complex;  Dieppe&lt;br /&gt;we're heading into heavy fire.  &lt;br /&gt;I hit at least one MG nest; so did Phil and Russell and I think&lt;br /&gt;Alex.  Phil put a rifle grenade at the top of a dome, collapsing it on&lt;br /&gt;top of the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;Russell smashed his compass late.  Having spend several turns attempting to advance up the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I spend some time throwing drowned guys back into the assault boat.  Then&lt;br /&gt;the coxwain starts cursing about the remaining (now burning) engine.&lt;br /&gt;Phil calls back with fire requests&lt;br /&gt;I fix the landing craft engine and run off just before the ramp gets too&lt;br /&gt;high...&lt;br /&gt;We get up to the wire on top of the wall, me last. &lt;br /&gt;Capt Miltio (Alex) grabs the handset of Sg.Ros's(Phil) radio and tells them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil fires a rifle grenade at the guys in the casino.  &lt;br /&gt;Russell is going up, on the wall, through a 2nd story window.&lt;br /&gt;Phil fires another grenade into another room collapsing another turret roof on&lt;br /&gt;top of an MG nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex goes over the wall and finds an MG nest setting up; he puts one&lt;br /&gt;round into the gun carrier's helmet and runs for the building instead.&lt;br /&gt;I guide the Bren gunner to the MG nest setting up, but Phil hits the&lt;br /&gt;artillery piece over there with a rifle gernade and secondaries the entire area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quote*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Wow!  This Bren gun is spectacular!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex shoots off a door lock and busts in, Phil throws a grenade, Alex&lt;br /&gt;snipes the rifleman and is about to get shot by an SMGgunner when Phil's&lt;br /&gt;grenade goes off and saves Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (me and 4 Brits) run along the outside of the building, throwing&lt;br /&gt;grenades in opportune windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell, after being in the upper floor, finds four Germans coming&lt;br /&gt;around a corner.  He shoots two and kills one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil enters the building and does not shoot Alex (good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much shooting... &lt;br /&gt;Phil fires a rifle grenade at a cluster of Germans within.&lt;br /&gt;Alex sees a group of Germans before they come around the corner, and&lt;br /&gt;aims for the officers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw a grenade at the MG pit, miss and take out the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quote*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I always wanted to bowl cricket!" &lt;/span&gt;says I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's group stops when the grenade goes off; he shoots one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil saves Alex's ass with a roll of 5, dropping him before the MG42&lt;br /&gt;starts firing through them.  Glass shatters, rock shards fling around&lt;br /&gt;and scare them... shouts of surrender from behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come around the corner, find the Germans that are shooting at Phil&lt;br /&gt;and Alex.  I throw a grenade, hit the windowsill - and roll 2 on 2d for&lt;br /&gt;damage.  It scares Kirby... and GM rolls !3! for location (BRAIN)... &lt;br /&gt;but he's wearing his helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirby spazzes and throws the satchel charge through the window; I shriek&lt;br /&gt;"SATCHEL!" and we all dive into a nearby crater.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hears me scream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell has been shot again, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rear wing collapses on the Germans, but not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell runs out of ammo and manages to THROW A GUN at The German and hit&lt;br /&gt;him (5) in the hand - his pistol hand!  But he hangs onto the gun...&lt;br /&gt;Russell throws the other one and doesn't hit.&lt;br /&gt;Russell attempts to yell "You can't hurt me if you shoot me with that&lt;br /&gt;pussy Luger!" but yells instead "I'm a pussy!  Shoot me with your&lt;br /&gt;Luger!" as Russell runs up and the gun comes up... #CLICK#&lt;br /&gt;Russell hits the German and knocks him unconscious &amp; Breaking his jaw.&lt;br /&gt;taking him prisoner, he runs to the beach lugging the german Kreigsmariner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casino is now clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIRBY WILL BE MENTIONED IN DISPATCHES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112562930075318431?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112562930075318431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112562930075318431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562930075318431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562930075318431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/sitrep-operation-jubilee.html' title='SITREP    Operation Jubilee'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112562838096098125</id><published>2005-09-01T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:33:00.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting "bombed" at Bir Hacheim</title><content type='html'>Acting 1stLt Jones Reporting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We're in a 4km x 3km encampment called Bir Hakem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quote*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Use your fabulous earth powers to dig us a trench!" Alex pulls out a shovel... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task Force Jones (me!) out to recover vehicle (1930, in the dark) &lt;br /&gt;1st one is toasted &lt;br /&gt;2nd one had the front half wiped; some cargo recoverable &lt;br /&gt;3rd most cargo recoverable - lost tires fixed (by me!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looping left in the sweep... Russell, Phil, and Alex see a German team looting our burning vehicles; Russell smashes his compass! (for luck * unit superstition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sneak up on the group, and one of the Germans drives away in the recovered British truck. Five guys remain... &lt;br /&gt;Phil rolls a !3! on his Stealth; Russell does well enough &lt;br /&gt;Russell charges and shoots two - one right through the head. &lt;br /&gt;Phil watches a mechanic and his assistant work on a radiator for a while, &lt;br /&gt;then throat-slits the assistant and kills him; &lt;br /&gt;intention is to interrogate the mechanic. Mechanic surrenders... &lt;br /&gt;Russell begins stripping bodies;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alex (Who has spotted a LARGE armored force approching) drives up too quickly and loses control of the jeep and sideswipes a German vehicle &lt;br /&gt;- Russell is stuck in between and is pinballed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quote*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey! I recognize that sound! That's Russell's head!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex roars up to the repair group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quote*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alex: "Fix that tire!" Me: "Thanks, sir, I couldn't figure that one out for myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We almost make it in, but Alex hits a mine in the gun jeep, and gets badly burned. Russell runs like hell for the gate, and gets us a guide to bring us in.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*MemorableQuotes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh great, he's cursing at them in German. Oh well, they're only French..." &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Weren't you people supposed to be getting uniforms?" &lt;br /&gt;Russell: "I was, until someone hit me in the head with a jeep!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil takes his prisoner and gets to meet General Koenig; gets brandy, cigars, and gets to inspect the wall. Catches Russell trading with French soldiers. &lt;br /&gt;Phil finds a place in the bunker to sleep... &lt;br /&gt;Carpet bombed in the morning, &lt;br /&gt;Phil and Russell get lunch with the general, not inviting me or Alex. &lt;br /&gt;They go back into the bunker Phil found, and sleep off their drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacked 1330, it's hot, we're running out of ammo. later. &lt;br /&gt;It's night, Brits make a supply drop. Some canisters land outside the wire; &lt;br /&gt;Phil and Russell go out, Russell to retrieve a couple of canisters on the east side, Phil to find victims. Russell got both canisters, and his knife and gun got shot. Phil did not come back until morning; we know exactly what he was doing, don't we? (he was rolling VERY BAD Stealth rolls). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before 0900, a car full of Germans came to negotiate a surrender; French declined; the Germans ran over a mine while leaving and had to walk back. &lt;br /&gt;0900 air/ground/artillery attack &lt;br /&gt;1300 air/ground/artillery attack &lt;br /&gt;1800 attack getting close; Phil 'surprised' by German MG gunner; German loses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunker is being assaulted; Phil shoots several, while Russell waits further back. Phil dodges a grenade bundle, and Russell advances forward and takes a bullet in the helmet. Russell and Phil do a lot of shooting and grenade dodging, while the French Foreign Legion general calls for (and gets) permission to leave. &lt;br /&gt;Big grenade cluster; Phil tries to kick it and misses; Phil says he will drop on it; Russell uses Hyperstrength to grab the cluster and throw it down the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Memorable Quotes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Phil: "I'm not going to let the general die." Me: "He's just FRENCH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The grenade cluster blows up, collapses the 'German' end of the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;Russell, Phil, General, Alex, and everyone else gets to escape in a withdrawal. Russell helps load wounded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0230 in the morning. Front of column is hitting mines, but that's not us. &lt;br /&gt;Party makes it back to britich 8th army lines by dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;End of MISSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112562838096098125?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112562838096098125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112562838096098125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562838096098125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562838096098125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-bombed-at-bir-hacheim.html' title='Getting &quot;bombed&quot; at Bir Hacheim'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112562751595216330</id><published>2005-09-01T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:18:35.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SITREP     Last Convoy to Bir Hacheim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-TOE- 14th SDR MH Force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 LRDG 1 jeep &lt;br /&gt;2x .30s Italian Armored Car &lt;br /&gt;Italian Truck 1x Vickers &lt;br /&gt;Chevy truck - LRDG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kirby the South African &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDED: 2x 3" mortars, 400 rounds max range 2750yd &lt;br /&gt;case of smoke grenades &lt;br /&gt;12 South Africans &lt;br /&gt;2 Bofors AA trucks &lt;br /&gt;1x Harrington armored car&lt;br /&gt; battery section of the 3rd Royal Horse Artillery &lt;br /&gt;4x 30cwt trucks carrying 2in AT guns &lt;br /&gt;1x HQ truck with rifle section 1x sergeant, 3x corporals, &lt;br /&gt;25x privates - rankers are FOs &lt;br /&gt;kitchen truck from 11th Hussars &lt;br /&gt;2x Harrington armored cars &lt;br /&gt;1x Daimler armored car 50mph 2x sergeants, 1x 2LT 3x crews, 3 goons each &lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;17.5x supply trucks &lt;br /&gt;3 sections of 12 Gurkhas 4x LMG, 2x Boys &lt;br /&gt;3x Bren carriers carrying one section of Gurkhas &lt;br /&gt;3x tankette section &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Order of Battle-&lt;br /&gt;Alex, 2 goons, in jeep FRONT &lt;br /&gt;Steve, 3 goons, in Harrington REAR 1x Vickers, 1x Boys AT, 1x Bren 50mph &lt;br /&gt;Phil, 3 goons, in Harrington LEFT 1x Vickers, 1x Boys AT, 1x Bren &lt;br /&gt;Russell, Kirby, in Daimler RIGHT 2pdr &amp; coax .30 in turret &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones is a "2-pipper" (1LT), &lt;br /&gt;Steve is a (2LT) &lt;br /&gt;Phil is +1 rank, to Sergeant Major Russell is +1 rank, Staff Sergeant &lt;br /&gt;Alex is +1 rank, Major &lt;br /&gt;all courtesy ranks &lt;br /&gt;*A Propper comman this time eh Acting Major?* &lt;br /&gt;(Commanding Col. shortly before he is hit in the shoulder by shrapnel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to resupply a British box in Bir Hakeim  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night of the 4th&lt;br /&gt;- South Africans get into the rum ration&lt;br /&gt; "And stay out of our rum rations, we need it for the whores." &lt;br /&gt;"WHORES?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Memorable Quote*&lt;br /&gt;"No draining life force from party members without their permission." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the 5th unfriendly air - coming from east, going to south. &lt;br /&gt;Night - Steve and Harrington fall into a wadi. AC is wrecked, one dead, one wounded. AC stripped. Takes 5 hours. Lost two trucks, and 60% of the water in the trucks. &lt;br /&gt;Phil picking up much Italian radio traffic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th dawn We blow the Navigation roll and go way too far south. &lt;br /&gt;The run up to Bir Hakeim is now due north. &lt;br /&gt;air attack from the southeast, out of the sun - two flights of 2 Stukas &lt;br /&gt;we hit/damaged 1 Stuka first pass; second, one does not pull out &lt;br /&gt;We lose 1 30cwt and 1 is damaged/MOB Also the Daimler is KIA, gunner is wounded. Russell and Kirby lose the armored car (4th!). &lt;br /&gt;0930 Phil picks up Italian radio traffic cautioning their tank units to have their recognition panels on their tanks. &lt;br /&gt;Steve fumbles his Italian roll and, rather than telling them that we are coming without rec panels, tells them we are coming from the south to kick their asses. &lt;br /&gt;Oh great. We must cut out Steve's tongue before the next mission, or not allow him to be near a transmitter. 1130 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5km out, we lose another truck (oil pan) and a Bofors truck (water pump) &lt;br /&gt;6 german armored cars approach and attack and hit Steve (fucked turret). &lt;br /&gt;They leave, he follows, and finds 'lots of armor' coming from the northeast towards us. 2 vehicles disabled (tires on one truck, 1 Bren lost a tread) &lt;br /&gt;Phil radios our HQ "some tanks breaking off, heading towards Bir Hakeim". &lt;br /&gt;Alex goes north, sees vehicles to the northWEST, goes off to intercept. &lt;br /&gt;Convoy heads north fast. &lt;br /&gt;Jones radios Bir Hakeim that the convoy is coming in. &lt;br /&gt;Phil drives to pick up Steve, Phil's AC gets hit - the turret hatch is open, and gets shot closed and whacks Phil in the head. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He's knocked out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve tries to pull him out, and pops a smoke grenade to look like the AC is burning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% of convoy inside Bir Hakeim. &lt;br /&gt;Last quarter of convoy is under fire from the right (east). Phil's head hurts... Northwest is firing 20mm at Alex. Two Italian armored cars - the vehicles to the northwest are burned out tanks. &lt;br /&gt;Bren carrier picks up Phil (&amp; crew) and Steve (&amp; crew). &lt;br /&gt;Phil gets hit again (while in the Bren carrier), engine kill. &lt;br /&gt;But only a couple hundred yards out, so they run for it. &lt;br /&gt;The French show us through the minefield, so we get in. &lt;br /&gt;Alex went and picked them up, but hit a mine coming back in &lt;br /&gt;- 5 vehicles lost to Steve (1 abandoned), and lost one Gurkha. Alex rescued 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;END GAME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;start argument over whether to recover disabled vehicles or go out and kill Germans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioned In Dispatches: &lt;br /&gt;the LRDG's that were with us, especially Kirby the driver, and Russell. &lt;br /&gt;Kirby needs a medal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112562751595216330?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112562751595216330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112562751595216330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562751595216330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112562751595216330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/sitrep-last-convoy-to-bir-hacheim.html' title='SITREP     Last Convoy to Bir Hacheim'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112111767084393717</id><published>2005-07-11T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:34:30.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean walks out into the desert...</title><content type='html'>Here we are at the FFL camp, and Sean has been acting strangely since pulling in.  He has asked several of the party members if they have seen a beautiful Egyptian woman watching the camp.  Otherwise, he is moodier then his typical weird self.  Later, at night, he leaves his gear except the Fairburn, his canteens, and a blanket, and slips out into the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry gang, but, I'm taking a gaming hiatus.  I'm also hiding from phone calls :)  The biz is going to a definete second priority for me, as finding a paying job is now more important then ever.  It's not just that, but I'm beginning to think clearly for the first time in 4 years (NO not that gaming is bad), and I realize that I am exhausted, and realized that I've hit a wall I've hit several times in the last two years, but thought I could bull thru.  I'm taking a couple of real days off first, then I'll put my plans together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep in touch by email (just realize I'm very slow in returning these!) and I'll keep an eye on the blahg, or B LOG,as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; say, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaker has the keys to the place, and I hope y'all continue to post and record the games (and feel free to start threads on different games as well - I intended for this to be a game tool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just coz Sean walks out into the desert doesn't mean he's gone forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112111767084393717?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112111767084393717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112111767084393717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112111767084393717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112111767084393717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/07/sean-walks-out-into-desert.html' title='Sean walks out into the desert...'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-112075505308824383</id><published>2005-07-07T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:50:53.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we're playing at British soldiers...</title><content type='html'>I'd like to express my sorrow to the British for their losses today.  In research for our game, it shows that the British have always had a knack for dry humor in a tough spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading thru the political blogs today, I found the following post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From Charles' link to the Europhobia blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    14:05 - I tell you what, if this is an "Islamic" terrorist attack, they're doing a piss-poor job. The pubs are all packed out, people sipping their pints happily, all a tad pissed off, but basically fine with it. Nice one, Al Quaeda - you profess to be from a teetotal religion, and you've given the pub trade a massive mid-week boost. Result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, true Brit grit and humour on the darkest day for London in some time... G*d bless this little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH!T! On the BBC now Brian Paddick (Met commander) claiming that there is no link between terrorism and Islam "as he understands it". Scary stuff! Time to introduce him to JihadWatch methinks. Idiot. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From littlegreenfootballs.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally, this is the first time I've said this, but G*d bless the Queen, and G*d bless England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-112075505308824383?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/112075505308824383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=112075505308824383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112075505308824383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/112075505308824383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/07/since-were-playing-at-british-soldiers.html' title='Since we&apos;re playing at British soldiers...'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111941370449631498</id><published>2005-06-21T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:15:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bloody pip?</title><content type='html'>Well theyve off and put a pip on me shoulder boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just temporary they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive heard thst rot before, comes in second to volunterin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But weve got a desert full of Wops and Krauts, an nobody to interfere except the Legion.  The only frenchmen worth respectin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except theyre not french, are they now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to delve into the desert, and see what we scrape up,  eh what?  Maybe we can scrape the pips off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111941370449631498?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111941370449631498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111941370449631498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111941370449631498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111941370449631498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/06/bloody-pip.html' title='A bloody pip?'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111852744330115898</id><published>2005-06-11T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:27:51.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And how knives saved the world for democracy.....</title><content type='html'>out of ammo I drop down into the vehicle pulling my faithful combat knife I face the two that are left. Missing with the first lunge of the knife the jerry shoots me in the kidney &amp; I slice his arm in return.  Kirby waves the thompson menacingly forcing the germans to raise their hands slightly in surrender. Leaning in I tear the throat out of the one who shot me with my trusty knife then turning my hideous face to intimidate the remaining german. He shot me of course. IT HURT. But he decided it was prudent to go ahead and drop the gun and surrender. Too bad that goddam Stuka killed him and MY GORRUM ARMORED CAR!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirby and I are picked up and we end up in the hospital( I had to steal a bed for a day of R&amp;R. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111852744330115898?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111852744330115898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111852744330115898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111852744330115898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111852744330115898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-how-knives-saved-world-for.html' title='And how knives saved the world for democracy.....'/><author><name>hans vanuder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06927216995993131168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111786482454761280</id><published>2005-06-04T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T12:45:42.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can't drive and still captured an Sdfkz 461......</title><content type='html'>then the germans took the basterd away! Kirby and I being the only survivors after our two recon vehicles were disabled are lucky sumbitches. Elements of the german 90th Lgt. Div. sent an Sdfkz to capture me and Kirby but as they approached I shot the commander with a borrowed webley in the forehead! On the subsequent round I managed to jump atop the armored vehicle (which i called the halftrack for two hours) and flinging the commanders body off I leaned into the vehicle and emptied the webley killing the driver with a shot to the spine. Then after i dropped into the vehicle, grabbing the nearest one's head: I twisted &amp; broke the neck of the Radio Op.  As the others were starting to rush me, Kirby leaned in and shot another 2 other crew and the gunner with his thompson with a long burst then quips " Nicht, nicht, nicht!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week the rest (including the glorius knife action of death)......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111786482454761280?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111786482454761280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111786482454761280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111786482454761280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111786482454761280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/06/cant-drive-and-still-captured-sdfkz.html' title='can&apos;t drive and still captured an Sdfkz 461......'/><author><name>hans vanuder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06927216995993131168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111786031699174633</id><published>2005-06-03T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:41:30.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, my charactor is a female from holland. she was brought in with a spcial ops team by the british military towards the beginning of the war. she is jewish, and a pilot, so strictly anti nazi, and if we didnt alrady have 2 blood lust charactors, she would have it too. the motto: " if it can fly, okay, or sail, andI'm the only one that can drive. if I dont get killed, its all good.  I save my ass first, fuck all yall." m is resaponsible for all the superpowers and the whorehouse.  I am the money and the tits.  I interrogate, order, and discieve my way into killing as many germans as possible.  This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if only i could get the unknown solider to go awol to argentina with me it'd be all good...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111786031699174633?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111786031699174633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111786031699174633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111786031699174633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111786031699174633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/06/money.html' title='the money'/><author><name>meryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12247334634472410708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111759820422480261</id><published>2005-05-31T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:00:54.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing of Gamer Quotes Blog</title><content type='html'>We got a nice comment on BlogExplosion (see our our sidebar)&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://gawken.com/"&gt;gawken.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a computer (console/PC) gaming site.  Go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;All they said was nice blogg keep up the good work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111759820422480261?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111759820422480261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111759820422480261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111759820422480261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111759820422480261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/testing-of-gamer-quotes-blog.html' title='Testing of Gamer Quotes Blog'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111742626140600276</id><published>2005-05-29T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:23:10.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>death knocking</title><content type='html'>Here is one heroic true story :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February 1940 at Summa front Soviets attacked with 9 tanks against Finnish lines. Finns succeeded to destroy 8 tanks with shatchel charges(sp) and Molotov´s coctails but one of these tanks managed to survive into Finnish back.&lt;br /&gt;Corporal Einar Schandewitz saw situation and grabbed two kilos shatchel charge and climb top of that tank. There was just one problem: he wasn´t sure which would be best way to destory this tanks and then he got an idea. He started to knock tank´s hatch and he yelled in Finnish, Savo dialect: "Avvoo iivana, tiällä kuolema kolokuttaa" ("Open ivan, this is death knocking"). Maybe crew member of tank did think that it was someone of their own troops who was yelling (it was quite noisy situation, engine´s noises and gun firing etc.) and opened the hatch. Immediatelly when this happened, Einar dropped charge into tank and jumped off tank. Huge explosion was heard and last tank was destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einar got later Mannerheim´s Cross during Continuation War due his heroism, so he was real hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111742626140600276?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111742626140600276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111742626140600276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111742626140600276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111742626140600276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/death-knocking.html' title='death knocking'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111698901341497839</id><published>2005-05-24T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:43:33.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>Russ is out for this upcoming weekend's game, and I'm going to take the time to work on my biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a shoot on monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, I an't forgot the pics, just no time so far;  email me, and let me know if you want the Cap's pic replaced with the sniper, or you want them concurrent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111698901341497839?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111698901341497839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111698901341497839' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111698901341497839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111698901341497839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111643112403722129</id><published>2005-05-18T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:45:24.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres no business like killin germans....</title><content type='html'>Can we all agree that the last mission while successful in bringing back intelligence did nothing toward the more fun aspect of killing germans. Is Malta truly worth our presence here if all we do is kill EyeTyes that couldnt even take care of friggin Greeks? Its time to demand a truly spectacular mission that uses our STRENGTHS!!!! like maybe blowing stuff up, stealing precious artifacts( then throwing them overboard), and especially KILLING GERMANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111643112403722129?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111643112403722129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111643112403722129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111643112403722129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111643112403722129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/theres-no-business-like-killin-germans.html' title='Theres no business like killin germans....'/><author><name>hans vanuder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06927216995993131168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111630570320870419</id><published>2005-05-16T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:55:03.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A hint of things to come...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lonesentry.com/articles/paraclear/index.html"&gt;http://www.lonesentry.com/articles/paraclear/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.co.uk/hayleymo/myhomepage/Malta.html"&gt;http://hometown.aol.co.uk/hayleymo/myhomepage/Malta.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111630570320870419?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111630570320870419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111630570320870419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111630570320870419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111630570320870419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/hint-of-things-to-come.html' title='A hint of things to come...?'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111629876783627239</id><published>2005-05-16T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:04:34.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Site</title><content type='html'>I got a blurb on the Tagboard last week (hell, maybe before that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thot it was porno spam, and ignored it.  I'm just too lazy to go in and delete it off the board, heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sneaker checked out the site, and it's a damn good one.  I can see myself copying down, err, I mean emulating, a lot of the pretties.  I'm going to link them ... now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.serenadawn.com/"&gt;http://www.serenadawn.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of focus on Sci-Fi gaming, including one of my favorites CP2020, ooh rah!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Hey Russ, wanna be a huuuuman agian, hahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, don't anybody spam me for porn - unless you cut me in!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Also, I can kill you with spoilers from &lt;em&gt;Serenity&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was cussin on the Tagboard, b/c they wouldn't let me cuss :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111629876783627239?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111629876783627239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111629876783627239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111629876783627239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111629876783627239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool-site.html' title='Cool Site'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111577460525189009</id><published>2005-05-10T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:19:26.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Last we left our Heroes...</title><content type='html'>Sgt. Jones and Meryl were flying support for the rest of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Milton hurts his ankle on the hump to the next recon zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Connery thinks to aid in the theft of a horse and buggy by using a dose of morphine on the doctor they belong to, and promptly ends up scalpeled thru the hammy, and getting his head cracked open by a bedpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Docter fought back after he was attacked "with a morphine serret" &amp; told several times that Sean was here to kill him {2 failed Italian rolls back to back saw to that} When Sean was immoble after the docter slashed the same leg 2x with a scaple,  the docter banged him over the head with a bedpan leaving a dent in it the shape of Seans head.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor, after sewing Sean back up to the amusement of the Unknown Soldier, helps the badly wounded party take the horse and buggy "to the hospital" through Italian lines, and to the extraction point. Unfortunetly, the horse doesn't want to stop at a checkpoint, so the party resorts to the gun, and the horsewhip, to get them out of trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concious party members complete recon on zone B. An Italian patrol catches them, and a firefight breaks out. The Unknown Soldier takes a bullet to the grape, and goes down, while Sean and the Cap get some grenade frags, from a grenade the Cap threw while taking out the rest of the Eyties! The doctor assisting us goes down in a "morphine overdose", so first aid on the Unknown Soldier is performed quickly by a strangely muttering Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battered party staggers out to the sea plane pickup after observing Axis amphib. OPs preperations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, maybe Jones was right after all... and we didn't even pick up any wine :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111577460525189009?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111577460525189009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111577460525189009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111577460525189009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111577460525189009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-last-we-left-our-heroes.html' title='When Last we left our Heroes...'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111558928240061218</id><published>2005-05-08T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:56:46.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Other changes than just trying to get ourselves blowed-up reel gud!</title><content type='html'>1: We are no longer the 14 recon. We are now part of the 162 Commando. YEAH! I don't know much more than this except the 162 is a bigger unit and therefore we should be supported better in our tours of the countryside. However, I would assume that we will be under more observation by headquarters so we will have to look sharper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a word to the wise... I'm haven't turned anyone in (especially if they have whiskey) or turned down any joy rides (just let me know, huh) but this probably be a new ball game. If you're going to do something non-military (shivers, "Pink Whorehouses") there will probably be other people looking at your actions too. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I have been or will be Gazetted, That means my M.B.E. turns into an O.B.E.. Another couple of turns and you can address me as Sir Harold Milton. For a bunch of crazy people, we aren't half bad. Now if we can just trade the unwanted soldier for Adolf himself, we'll have this war half won. Sgt Connery, would you like to be Stalin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Sgt. Jones has been put in for a field grade promotion to 2ndLt and either MID or a medal. If she gets the commission, I'm going to put in the paperwork for her to take over the command of the group and I actually start working as an observer/advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;Cpt Harold Milton O.B.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111558928240061218?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111558928240061218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111558928240061218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111558928240061218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111558928240061218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/other-changes-than-just-trying-to-get.html' title='Other changes than just trying to get ourselves blowed-up reel gud!'/><author><name>Cpt. Harold Milton O.B.E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyrHVvIeva0/TkmPwNDy0mI/AAAAAAAAAEc/R7v4x9WdNlI/s1600/aliens_as_people_640_03-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111537970070508126</id><published>2005-05-06T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:14:47.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess now it's my turn. Capt Harold Alexander Milton O.B.E.</title><content type='html'>A United States Citizen, I was born to a family of wealth and priveledge. Graduated from the Harvard in Political Science and International Finance. I was working on my masters when the war in Poland started. I tried to enlist in the intellegence services here in the U.S. but was offered an analyst job with no cance of getting to see the real war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then entered Canada, where I tried to enlist in British Intellegence but got the same story from MI6. Almost giving up, I instead joined the Royal Paratroopers. After training, I somehow found myself rushed trough commando school and sent to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached to British Intellegence and the Hq. of the B.E.F., I spent most of my time with the Anaylist Dept. but managed to get a set of forged papers that placed me with British commandos/scouts. While this work had it's rewarding moments, I found myself frustrated as headquarters up and down the line couldn't or wouldn't believe that the German's were in such numbers and power. They refused to believe that the Germans were moving so fast through France that German armored units were breaking into the BEF and French rear areas. Calls for reinforcements went unfullfiled at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some major scrapes, I thought my fairie godmother had tapped me on the shoulder. Along with several other commando/scouts, I was pulled from France. We arrived in Milton Keynes, England only to find that MI6 was going through our papers with a fine tooth comb. None of us had the original papers that were given to us when we were assigned to the AEF. I was busted to private and then reassigned to a new group that Intelligence was putting together called S.O.E..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the demotion in rank in stride if I could only get back and hurt the Germans. I was then assigned to an infilltration group that has seemed to be peopled by ex-ward patients. However, we've managed to fight our way through France, Greece, Italy, the desert and now Sicily. with only minor mistakes. {I think I need another drink!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shortfatcorporal.info/unseen/milty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111537970070508126?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111537970070508126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111537970070508126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111537970070508126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111537970070508126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-guess-now-its-my-turn-capt-harold.html' title='I guess now it&apos;s my turn. Capt Harold Alexander Milton O.B.E.'/><author><name>Cpt. Harold Milton O.B.E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyrHVvIeva0/TkmPwNDy0mI/AAAAAAAAAEc/R7v4x9WdNlI/s1600/aliens_as_people_640_03-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111529806573763800</id><published>2005-05-05T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:14:25.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maps</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;http://www.worldatlas.com/webimage/countrys/europe/lgcolor/sicily.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worldatlas.com/webimage/countrys/europe/lgcolor/mtcolor.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/europe/europe_ref02.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worldatlas.com/aatlas/infopage/mediterranean.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut &amp; paste, guys; not putting an image link to the maps from here, saves about twenty minutes downloading time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111529806573763800?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111529806573763800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111529806573763800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111529806573763800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111529806573763800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/maps.html' title='Maps'/><author><name>Jones The Engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06625085199372453926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111507866720491604</id><published>2005-05-02T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:37:01.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind of Sean Connery</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Colour Serjeant Sean Connery, G.C., M.B.E., M.M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean ends up with this party as a para redshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, Sean was enthralled by the tales of Roarke's Drift, and the Valor the Welsh showed there.  As vets of the Great War poured back into his town, and related the stories of trench fighting, Sean decided to be a soldier when he grew up, instead of grubbing in the mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shortfatcorporal.info/unseen/wales.gif" /img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... Sean was also a rapt devourer of ghost and witch stories growing up.  An archeologist that pursued the odder side of history passed through Sean's town, and left town with his own batman.  Highly intelligent, Sean quickly became a researcher's asset in America, Palestine, and the Phillipines.  Loving to fight, and wielding a knife ,Sean was also a good bodyguard in some of the bars the archeologist did a lot of business in.  Sean learned escrima in three years in the Phillipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean knows quite a bit about the occult, especially from Phillipino folklore, Eygyptian, and Hebraic lore, including Kabala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His library, before the Unknown Soldier pitched it overboard, included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1900 Yve-Plessis, Robert  --ESSAI D'UNE BIBLIOGRAPHIE FRANÇAISE MÉTHODIQUE &amp; RAISONNÉE DE LA SORCELLERIE ET DE LA POSSESSION DÉMONIAQUE&lt;br /&gt;1846 Osburn, William. -- Ancient Egypt, Her testimony to the truth of the Bible. Being an interpretation of the inscriptions and pictures which remain upon Her tombs and temples&lt;br /&gt;1884 Harris, Thomas Lake.  -- The Wisdom of the Adepts. Esoteric Science in Human History&lt;br /&gt;1896 Redway     --     Devil- Worship in France, or the Question of Lucifer.  A Record of things seen and heard in the Secret Societies according to the evidence of Initiates&lt;br /&gt;1896 Huxley, Thomas -- Science and Hebrew Tradition&lt;br /&gt;1899 Olivers, T. S  -- A Dweller on Two Planets or The Dividing of the Way&lt;br /&gt;1910 Weiser      --    Kabbala&lt;br /&gt;1913 Abelson, J. --   JEWISH MYSTICISM - An introduction to the Kabbalah. &lt;br /&gt;1937 Waite, A.E.  -- The Secret Tradition in Freemasonry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The archeologist died in 1936, and Sean promptly enlisted in the 1st Welsh Guards.  Sean was with the the HQ defense battalion with the BEF, and saw action at Boulogne, Arras, and finally Dunkirk.  Sean was selected for training with No 2 Commando, and seconded to the party (SOE:MHF) before completing training. His favorite part of the training was the hand to hand, and sentry removal techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean fits well with the party.  There are some wierd things going on in the background, which Sean is happy to observe.  To his astonishment, he was stabbed in the head by what he could have sworn was a mummy, and after that Sean began having some STRANGE dreams.  He has also experienced some blackouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also enjoys being with this group due to their "adaptability" in carrying out missions. Sean is fanatical regarding the British Empire, but looks down on the royalty, the peerage, and all upper-class twits, and their rules.  Sean tries to be a good NCO to defend the Empire, despite his trouble-seeking character and his prejudices.  He gets along with, and likes, Scotsmen, Australians, and Americans ("good fighters and good blighters").  He doesn't like Irishmen as "traitors" to the Empire.  He refers to everybody else, european, african, or whomsoever as "wogs", or more often as "bloody wogs".  He absolutely despises the french, and put several french sailors out of action before the Dakar mission in a barfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean favors the knife, especially his balisong, and his beloved Faibairn, but really, really likes throwing grenades.  It's too bad he's only knifed one Jerry so far, with his extensive use of ther grenade, the Thompson, and the Scmeisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shortfatcorporal.info/unseen/dagger.jpg" /img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's current fear is being made an officer; luckily with the class concious English, that shouldn't be too much of a problem.  As long as he sticks with schemes involving whorehouses and "midnight requisitioning", he believes that officer's pips will never trouble him.  He thought that he would be promoted to WO II after taking the tank, but his dealings in NYC (he traded a live German hand grenade for an occult book)  may have put the kibosh on that. Bloody Yank CIC was watching at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's big weakness as far as the party is concerned is his obession with, almost his addiction to, prostitutes.  Either that, or his tendency to shoot at Germans on sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint for the party - to keep him from shooting Germans, include planning that has Sean sneaking up and knifing them.  That should satisfy the bloodlust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111507866720491604?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111507866720491604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111507866720491604' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111507866720491604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111507866720491604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/mind-of-sean-connery.html' title='The mind of Sean Connery'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111507403595936673</id><published>2005-05-02T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:35:18.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank G*d it wasn't Monty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cynaguan/1066331697_uizbradley.jpg" border="0" alt="Bradley"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are General Omar N. Bradley (1893-1981).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People called you the GI General, and you were one&lt;br&gt;of Eisenhower's most reliable commanders in&lt;br&gt;Europe. After the war you served as the first&lt;br&gt;Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cynaguan/quizzes/Which%20WWII%20Allied%20General%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which WWII Allied General are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GM's answer, and Captain Milton -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cynaguan/1066336277_quizpatton.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are General George S. Patton, Jr&lt;br /&gt;(1885-1945).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the general most feared by the Germans due&lt;br /&gt;to your &lt;br /&gt;agressive actions in combat.  You&lt;br /&gt;believe you have been&lt;br /&gt;reincarnated several&lt;br /&gt;times, always as as soldier. One of the&lt;br /&gt;most&lt;br /&gt;controversial figures of the war you do not&lt;br /&gt;long survive&lt;br /&gt;it, being killed by a car accident&lt;br /&gt;after the German surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October 1945, he assumed command of the Fifteenth Army in&lt;br /&gt;American-occupied Germany. On December 21, 1945, General Patton died&lt;br /&gt;in Germany as a result of an automobile accident. He is buried among&lt;br /&gt;the soldiers who died in the Battle of the Bulge in Hamm, Luxembourg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111507403595936673?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111507403595936673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111507403595936673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111507403595936673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111507403595936673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-gd-it-wasnt-monty.html' title='Thank G*d it wasn&apos;t Monty!'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111507311988064510</id><published>2005-05-02T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:33:39.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corvo Rosso</title><content type='html'>The part argues two and a half hours over the method of insertion, and op goals.  Finally, a plan is agrred upon, and the party inserts into Sicily to RECON, and not shoot up, Axis airfields on Sicily.  Fortunatly, we sneak enuff demo in to deal with targets of oppurtunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones, having the only rational mind, takes a support role (and the MORE dangerous duty, as far as Sean is concerned) in sneaking in and out of the enemy AO to take out daily intel, and provide resupply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and the Unknown Soldier show extremly uncharacteristic restraint in sneaking across a bridge by not killing the sentries.  Of course, Meryl adds to the hun's distraction, and the party leaves the guards shot full of morphine, and stinking of wine, sans auschweiss and wallets.  Hopefully, Jerry shoots the guards himself, because the party doesn't kill a single Jerry in this mission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, corvo rosso (sp?) is a damn good sweet red made on Sicily.  Hopefullt the party can resupply with a few bootles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111507311988064510?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111507311988064510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111507311988064510' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111507311988064510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111507311988064510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/corvo-rosso.html' title='Corvo Rosso'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111493168941475155</id><published>2005-05-01T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T02:14:49.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint George</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the party DID NOT blow up in a plane crash, or on the docks.  It's funny, coz Sean remembers, even though the rest of the party doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party is instead, sent to the Isle of Malta to install a radar site.  To pass time, a plane is "appropriated" so that the party can fly to Alexandria, and recruit a dirty dozen of camp followers, and sets up a whorehouse on Malta. Meryl dives into the madam biz head first, and paints the house a garish pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German/Italian interdiction sinks the ships carrying the radar's generators twice, so Jones and the Unknown Soldier salvage a generator from a sunken Brit ship, and put the radar  site into operation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second radar is bartered from a damaged destroyer, after treating the captain to a night of revelry.  Sean takes a downed Kraut pilot prisoner, who dies during the process, and no one believes that Sean didn't kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap  Milton rescues as many Spitfire pilots as he can from a Kraut strafing run.  The party next plans a strike on the field the ME109s attacked from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111493168941475155?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111493168941475155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111493168941475155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111493168941475155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111493168941475155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/saint-george.html' title='Saint George'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111474155139003263</id><published>2005-04-28T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:25:51.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What really happened...</title><content type='html'>In the thread "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;In Their Own Words&lt;/span&gt;", I encouraged the party to talk about some memorable action or event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this thread I encourage the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt; players to correct any &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt; &amp; tell the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt; of the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111474155139003263?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111474155139003263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111474155139003263' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111474155139003263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111474155139003263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-really-happened.html' title='What really happened...'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111460509403830074</id><published>2005-04-27T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:31:34.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS TIME IT'S NOT MY FAULT</title><content type='html'>I could not be happier if I shit my pants. Most of the time its my own idiocy that screws the pooch but this time I did nothing wrong and somehow I still end up on the dead pile. I blame the floozy all the way on this one and I'm sure Sean would agree.But alas I cannot go into detail for security reasons. Loose lips and all that. See Ya next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    The Unknown Soldier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111460509403830074?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111460509403830074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111460509403830074' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111460509403830074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111460509403830074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-time-its-not-my-fault.html' title='THIS TIME IT&apos;S NOT MY FAULT'/><author><name>hans vanuder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06927216995993131168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111447277002595144</id><published>2005-04-25T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T02:20:37.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom!</title><content type='html'>Half the party is carousing too hard after the radar site raid;  the other half is gathered up to spend 3 weeks humping thru the Scots highlands in preparation for...another raid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things go bad for the party on the flight over when our pilot Meryl crashes the plane in a mishap - the party is dead.  Or is it? After an hour of laughing over exactly what Meryl had done, the DM notices COMMON SENSE listed on her ADV's.  Ok, we don't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, we get shot down over the drop area.  Hard landings seperate the party, who then set out to destroy this French (France! Again! We thought the target was in Norway!!)dry dock.  Sean manages to throw more grenades &lt;img src="http://www.websmileys.com/sm/violent/sterb087.gif"/img&gt;, and the Unknown Soldier yet again charges a MG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraction becomes impossible, and the party sets out to evade and escape, only to run into some Kraut armored cars.  The adventure ends with the party in German custody (and the Unknown Soldier in the corpse heap) when an explosive-ladened Brit destroyer goes off aginst the docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111447277002595144?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111447277002595144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111447277002595144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111447277002595144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111447277002595144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/boom.html' title='Boom!'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111422428745193499</id><published>2005-04-22T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:44:47.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>being the UNKNOWN SOLDIER ......</title><content type='html'>has its disadvantages. I used to be blond haired and blue eyed and now i am on a mission from GOD!!!!!   HE wants me to kill germans. and i do it well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111422428745193499?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111422428745193499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111422428745193499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111422428745193499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111422428745193499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/being-unknown-soldier.html' title='being the UNKNOWN SOLDIER ......'/><author><name>hans vanuder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06927216995993131168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111421586364239915</id><published>2005-04-22T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:44:12.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Female Belgian Pilot</title><content type='html'>well, my charactor is female from holland.  she was brought in with a spcial ops team by the british military towards the beginning of the war.  she is jewish, and a pilot, so strictly anti nazi, and if we did'nt alrady have 2 blood lust charactors, she would have it too.  the motto: " if it can fly, okay, or sail, and I'm the only one that can drive. (at first, but now incorrect)  if I dont get killed, its all good.  I save my ass first, fuck all yall." m is resaponsible for all the whorehouse.  I am the money and the tits.  I interrogate, order, and discieve my way into killing as many germans as possible.  This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I play the femle w/ the mostest. Anywayz, just to make things clear I started the "popping buttons" technique on a Antwerp mission to save a scientist w/ a device-g, and got caught in the house that was being controlled. Well, I had a nazi vastard on me, in the house, blond(now know as the unknown solider in the game) was upstairs, and I had two choices&lt;br /&gt;1) pull out a gun and cause a scence with the front door open, or&lt;br /&gt;2) distraction.&lt;br /&gt;Well, distraction stemmed more like the under cover feel we were going for, and well, I end up being a loose valued women for the rest of the war, with lots of courtesy rank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if only i could get the unknown solider to go awol to argentina with me it'd be all good........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111421586364239915?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111421586364239915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111421586364239915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111421586364239915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111421586364239915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/female-belgian-pilot.html' title='The Female Belgian Pilot'/><author><name>meryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12247334634472410708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111407710931979889</id><published>2005-04-21T04:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:29:39.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit, I had got a PzIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PhallicGod/1062632245_eautiger_3.jpg" border="0" alt="German  Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger "&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a German &lt;b&gt;Tiger Tank (Panzer VI)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the backside punter of battlefields.  When&lt;br&gt;and his crew drove you around like the&lt;br&gt;blood-thirsty aryans they were, you blew up 273&lt;br&gt;american/soviet armor units on your own.  All&lt;br&gt;that thanks to a big ass cannon and a&lt;br&gt;Berlin-Wall thick armor.  You did have some&lt;br&gt;serious drawbacks like costs of production and&lt;br&gt;complex maintenance but we can't really expect&lt;br&gt;something else from Germans.  Conclusion: You&lt;br&gt;probably rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PhallicGod/quizzes/Which%20WWII%20Tank%20are%20you%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which WWII Tank are you ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GM got the folowing, but disagreed with the description, although funny, so we changed it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PhallicGod/1062627036_ureaur35_1.jpg" border="0" alt="French Renault R-35"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a &lt;b&gt;French Renault R-35&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly had the heaviest armor of any tank in the field, of the day.  Qualified as a heavy tank when the Germans used mainly light and medium tanks.  Defeated by the Germans, as blitzkrieg concentrated armor to defeat the spread out Renault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PhallicGod/quizzes/Which%20WWII%20Tank%20are%20you%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which WWII Tank are you ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Milton/Alex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PhallicGod/1062626501_aut34_85_3.jpg" /img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Soviet T34/85&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111407710931979889?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111407710931979889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111407710931979889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111407710931979889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111407710931979889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/shit-i-had-got-pziii.html' title='Shit, I had got a PzIII'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111407204617193371</id><published>2005-04-21T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:30:48.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reign of Steel - Open Thread</title><content type='html'>2020AD Austin Texas 35years of machine occupation has not been pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the the tall buildings are rubbeled or partially rubbeled.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is a mess.   &lt;br /&gt;Camp maybery was hit with a tactical nuke in the early stages of the skynet attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only 2 bridges left up are I-35 &amp; Congress ave. &lt;br /&gt;The Machines patrol the Austin area somewhat agressively, with HK Tanks, &amp; Sensor Bots.&lt;br /&gt;Popup Flying mines have been seen in the Maybery area to the NW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK overflights of the river area every 1/2 hour or so &amp; an airattack base on standby @ Dell Vall in the SE.  A new type of HK Supersonic Flyier has been observed with a carrying capasity of 20 Terminators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111407204617193371?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111407204617193371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111407204617193371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111407204617193371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111407204617193371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/reign-of-steel-open-thread.html' title='Reign of Steel - Open Thread'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111405111740679423</id><published>2005-04-20T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:38:25.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In their own words...</title><content type='html'>I encourage players of the games to describe some of their most memorable occasions.  Either in or our of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you got that medal, or picked up that gun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111405111740679423?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111405111740679423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111405111740679423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111405111740679423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111405111740679423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-their-own-words.html' title='In their own words...'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111404194456250247</id><published>2005-04-20T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:09:51.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight 2000 Open Thread</title><content type='html'>Post Twi2000 comments  here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will remain linked on the side bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111404194456250247?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111404194456250247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111404194456250247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111404194456250247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111404194456250247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/twilight-2000-open-thread.html' title='Twilight 2000 Open Thread'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111404230745205501</id><published>2005-04-20T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:27:00.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWII TIMELINE 2 DATE</title><content type='html'>Nov 9-10     Kristallnacht (Night of Broken Glass)&lt;br /&gt;1939     Mar. 15-16     German troops occupy the rest of Czechoslovakia in     violation of Munich     Agreement&lt;br /&gt;Mar. 28     &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_Civil_War"&gt;Spanish Civil War&lt;/a&gt; ends&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 23     Nazi-Soviet nonagression pact signed&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 1     German Army &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_September_Campaign"&gt;invades Poland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 3     Britain and France declare war on Germany&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 17     Red Army invades Poland ie.. NaziSoviet Pact&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 27     &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warsaw"&gt;Warsaw&lt;/a&gt; falls to the Nazis&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 30     Red Army attacks Finland &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_War"&gt;Winter War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 14     Soviet Union kicked out of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/League_of_Nations"&gt;League of Nations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1940 Mar. 12     Finland signs &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moscow_Peace_Treaty_%281940%29"&gt;peace treaty with Soviet Union&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9     German Army&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Weser%C3%BCbung"&gt; invades Denmark and Norway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10     German Army &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_France"&gt;invades France, Belgium&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Luxembourgand the Netherlands;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill appointed British Prime Minister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15     Holland capitulates to Nazis&lt;br /&gt;May 26     "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Dynamo"&gt;Miracle at Dunkirk&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ADHoC Mi(R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1   PC's AdHOc Rescue Dr g.&lt;br /&gt;Car chase sceen in Antwerp in a long nose benz, shooting it out with Gestapo in black sedans.&lt;br /&gt;Game of chicken with an armored car ends badly, Russel has a gernade go off in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Effected by G-WAve&lt;br /&gt;Stolenl trawler to makes it to England with Proff.&lt;br /&gt;Russel &amp; Merril make their way back independantly later. in a stolen airplane.&lt;br /&gt;Allmost enought gas to make it to england.  They jump out before they hit the coast, &amp;amp; swim in.&lt;br /&gt;Trawler straffed by Condor, engine damaged.&lt;br /&gt;Condor shotdown by Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 28     Belgium capitulates to Nazis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2       PC's in 2 canoe's skuttle part of    Belgium Fleet 2-3 ships ADHoC Mi(R)&lt;br /&gt;using the Captured Trawler the party launchs their raid &amp; encounters little opposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1940 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winston_Churchill"&gt;Churchill&lt;/a&gt; directed that "self-contained, thoroughly equipped units"  be sent to raid occupied coasts&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 1940 - Germans bomb Paris; Dunkirk evacuation ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;PC's Schools Language G Jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3 PC's Rescue 9 Scientists held in an inn next to an old Castle. In the pooring rain, they approached up the riverbank. The UNknown SOldier falling in &amp; ruining his disguise.&lt;br /&gt;They alerted the guards on the way out &amp;amp; were followed by a car from the Castle.&lt;br /&gt;Alex shot out the right front tire, while sitting in the pasenger side window &amp; firing a MG34 over the roof. The pursuit car' right rim dug in, spectacularly flipping the car into the canal.&lt;br /&gt;Escaped by Air, while under fire.&lt;br /&gt;ADHoC Mi(R) `Maid Honour Force'After the captured trauler  =  SOE : MHForce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10     Norway capitulates to Nazis;&lt;br /&gt;Italy declares war on Britain and France&lt;br /&gt;June 14     Nazis take Paris&lt;br /&gt;June 22     France capitulates to Nazis&lt;br /&gt;July 1, 1940 - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Battle%20of%20the%20Atlantic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Battle_of_the_Atlantic"&gt;German U-boats attack merchant ships in the     Atlantic.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;July 3 PC's Jump School 2weeks, 1pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4    PC's Ship taking practice lesson, 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHForce &amp; local Bobbies with cooperation from the british navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5, 1940 - French Vichy government breaks off relations with     Britain.&lt;br /&gt;July 9 As German air attacks over Britain intensify, the British Royal Air Force begins night bombing of German targets.&lt;br /&gt;July 10     &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Britain"&gt;Battle of Britain&lt;/a&gt; begins&lt;br /&gt;-* July 16 Prime Minister Winston Churchill ordered the Special Operations Executive (SOE) to take the fight to the enemy, and 'set Europe ablaze'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5    -Pc's 2pts pre  July 18 Reconn Buildup for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Sealion"&gt;Sea Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHForce  &amp; SBS both missions Operation Woodpecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5 -PC's 8-9pts July 21 bomb SeaLion barges Disable Flakk Batteries &amp; sets Flairs for a bomber group to bomb SeaLion barges.&lt;br /&gt;Air dropped in the Unsoldier manages to land in the river.&lt;br /&gt;party moves forward to the pre-reconned site &amp;amp; approaches in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;They disable several AA guns &amp; take another &amp;amp; blow up the fule depot&lt;br /&gt;they escape in a captured light costal craft, as the Heavy bombers start to plaster the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER 1940&lt;br /&gt;July 23     Red Army takes Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia&lt;br /&gt;-Classes in Norvegien&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 3     Italian Army invades British Somaliland&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 13     Luftwaffe raids on British airfields &amp; factories&lt;br /&gt;Aug 15, 1940 - Air battles and daylight raids over Britain.&lt;br /&gt;Aug 17, 1940 - Hitler declares a blockade of the British Isles&lt;br /&gt;and begins a bombing campaign which, by September, will be killing hundreds each day. In November, German air raids will kill more than 4,500 Britons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6 -PC's Pre-mission  Aug18th Recon German AirfieldResistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHForce &amp; SBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 23-24     Off-course German bombers accidentally bomb London&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 25-26     Royal Air Force mounts reprisal raid against Berlin&lt;br /&gt;THE Blitz&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 7     German &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blitz"&gt;"blitz"&lt;/a&gt; on British cities begins in earnest&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 13     Italian Army attacks Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6-Pc's 7-8pts  Sneak into a German Airfield &amp; steal a bomber -BLITZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHForce&lt;br /&gt;in by float planes, merril does a wing over in hers &amp; ends up unconsious, underwater, strapped into the open cockpit plane. Infiltrate the base in a captured supply truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARTY TRANSFERED TO SOUTHERN COMMAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*    Sept 15, 1940 - Massive German air raids on London, Southampton,     Bristol, Cardiff, Liverpool and Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 16     Military conscription introduced in United States&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 1940   &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dakar"&gt;Dakar&lt;/a&gt;, West Africa Expedition (Operation 'Menace')&lt;br /&gt;Free French troops led by Gen de Gaulle are carried in ships escorted and supported by units of the Home Fleet and Force H Pc- Close Order Drill, Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHForce    &amp; Free Colonial French Forces &amp;amp; british 2nd commando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7    -PC's 7-9 pts- capture a shore battery at Drakar -Operation Perseus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to negotiate on the 23rd fail and as Vichy French ships try to leave harbour, shore batteries open fire, damaging heavy cruiser "Cumberland" and two destroyers.&lt;br /&gt;24th Dakar is bombarded by the warships The bombardment continues on the 25th&lt;br /&gt;operation abandoned and the Anglo-Free French forces withdraw to malta. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Via gibalter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Missions from Malta unless otherwise noted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 27     Tripartite alliance Germany, Italy and Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-PARTY end of "RT last gameFridayOct 22"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PARTY NOW BASED IN &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malta"&gt;MALTA&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-- Sept 1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 7     German troops occupy Romania&lt;br /&gt;October 17 The Kearny, a U.S. destroyer, is torpedoed off the coast of Iceland by a German U-boat. On the 31st, the American destroyer Reuben James is sunk by a German U-boat, killing 100.&lt;br /&gt;**    Oct. 28 Italian Army attacks Greece  (SOE) began to help and supply the resistance from November 1940.&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 5     Roosevelt re-elected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHForce  &amp; SAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8 -Nov. 8--Skylla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reccon Port Facility at Taranto&lt;br /&gt;Steve blows up a fule dump&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they escape overland to the Italian eastcoast where they make their way out by e-boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 10-11    &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Judgement"&gt;RAF raid&lt;/a&gt; cripples Italian fleet at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Taranto"&gt;Taranto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov.20     Romania joins Axis&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 9-10     &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Compass"&gt;British counter-attack&lt;/a&gt; begins against Italian Army in North Africa&lt;br /&gt;Dec 29/30 - Massive German air raid on London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1941 SOE : MHForce &amp; SBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;9--   JAN 12 5-7 pts Party Reccons &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Tobruk"&gt;Tobruk&lt;/a&gt; rtime 11-19-04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHF given Honorary status 14th SDR Brithish Southern Command 8th army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 22     British take Tobruk in North Africa from Italians'&lt;br /&gt;-    February 1941, Layforce disembarked at Suez.&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 11     British Army attacks Italian Somaliland&lt;br /&gt;- Feb. 12 Erwin Rommel assumes command of German Afrika Korps Feb 14, 1941 - First units of German '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deutsches_Afrikakorps"&gt;Afrika Korps&lt;/a&gt;' &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Sonnenblume"&gt;arrive&lt;/a&gt; in North Africa.&lt;br /&gt;May 1, 1941 - German attack on Tobruk is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Tobruk"&gt;repulsed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mar. 7     British Army comes to the aid of Greece&lt;br /&gt;Mar. 11     &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lend_Lease"&gt;Lend-Lease&lt;/a&gt; Act signed by Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;April 6     German Army hastily invades Yugoslavia and Greece&lt;br /&gt;April 17     Yugoslavia capitulates to Nazis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;10---&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Skylla2 4-6 pts Party to drop into Greece to blow up Rail &amp; Ammodump &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;April 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;aircraft shot down, Merl the backup pilot freaks, the team bails out over water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unknown soldier finds out about undertow when he drops into the bay &amp; tries to swim ashore with gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;RT11-28-04    -End at Athens April 25th Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;11a ATHENS Armly flanked at Athens by German motercycle corp russel blows ammo dump the hardway, ends up on heavy morphine sedation the rest of the mission. Party Withdrawing to Crete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    April 27 Greece capitulates to Nazis&lt;br /&gt;May 10/11 - Heavy German bombing of London; British bomb Hamburg.&lt;br /&gt;May 10     Rudolf Hess flies to Scotland on "peace mission&lt;br /&gt;May 15, 1941 - Operation Brevity begins (the British counter- attack in Egypt).&lt;br /&gt;NORTH AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*11b**    20th May 1941 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Crete"&gt;BATTLE OF CRETE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24     German battleship Bismarck sinks &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Hood"&gt;Hood&lt;/a&gt;, pride of the     Royal Navy&lt;br /&gt;May 27     Royal Navy sinks &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_battleship_Bismarck"&gt;Bismarck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7-8pts PartY end June 1    ON Cruser Perth  Realtime 12-3-04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8     British Army invades Lebanon and Syria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Perth bombed Party recovered to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandria"&gt;Alexandrea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14, 1941 - United States freezes German and Italian assets in America.&lt;br /&gt;June 22 Hitler launches operation &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Barbarossa"&gt;Barbarossa&lt;/a&gt;, the invasion of the Soviet Union&lt;br /&gt;June 28 Germans capture Soviet city of Minsk&lt;br /&gt;June - Nazi SS Einsatzgruppen begin mass murder.&lt;br /&gt;July 3     Stalin launches "scorched earth" policy&lt;br /&gt;July 31 Planning begins for "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_solution"&gt;Final Solution&lt;/a&gt;," the systematic destruction of Jews&lt;br /&gt;Merril &amp; Russel only? Recovered to england&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-12    13 -16 pts Operation Athena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-August 1941. in Vichy, France Codename(s): Diane  Her cover was that of being a reporter for the New York Post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Moved her a few months early.(RTearly 1942, she relocated to Lyons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Party crime spree, One party member allmost killed by 12 year old with shotgun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 12 Atlantic Charter signed by Roosevelt and Churchill&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 20 German siege of Soviet city of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Leningrad"&gt;Leningrad begins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-13    -DESERT RATS 7-9pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;reccon in Lybia for Rommels armor with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_Range_Desert_Group"&gt;LRDG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straffed by stukas. 20% losses&lt;br /&gt;Steve gets a knife stuck in his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOE : MHForce incoperated 14 SDRecon Brithish Southern Command &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Eighth_Army"&gt;8th army&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Recovered to Alexandrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 1     Jews order to wear yellow &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_of_David"&gt;Star of David&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 3, 1941 - First experimental use of gas chambers at     Auschwitz.&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 19     Germans capture Soviet city of Kiev&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 29     German SS mass murders Russian Jews at Kiev&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 16     Germans capture Soviet city of Odessa&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 17     Hideki Tojo becomes Prime Minister of Japan&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 24     Germans capture Soviet city of Kharkov&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 30     German Army occupies the Crimea&lt;br /&gt;Nov 13, 1941 - British aircraft carrier &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Ark_Royal_%2891%29"&gt;Ark Royal&lt;/a&gt; is sunk off Gibraltar by a U-boat.&lt;br /&gt;NORTH AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;**** 18 November 1941. An SAS attack on five enemy airfields was scheduled for the night before. General Auchinleck's major offensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;14-NORTH AFRICA 8pts-Operation Flipper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*** Nov 18-21st 1941 The British Commando attack on General Rommel's headquarters in North Africa. Starts badly when less than 1/2 of the men get ashore due to the heavy seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 20     Germans capture the Soviet city of Rostov&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 27     Red Army retakes Rostov&lt;br /&gt;December 1941 Czechoslovak agents trained by SOE were parachuted into their own homeland on Operation Anthropoid. It was not until six months later, on 27 May 1942, that they were able to mount the attack - with the result that their quarry died of his wounds a week later.&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 6     Red Army launches major counter-offensive&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 7   1941    Japanese attack naval base at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_Pearl_Harbor"&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 8     Roosevelt gives "Day of Infamy" speech; United States and Britain declare war on Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;15 Operation Tempist * 11-10pts Based in alexandrea 14th Rec with Scrounged units from the 11th Commando, 17 Yeoman Guards, LRDG, &amp; AustralianEF.. Guard supplys on a push to Tobruk. Alex field promoted to Lt &amp;amp; MID, steve gets MM captured PzKpfw III Ausf F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; DECEMBER 10th, 1941     -British relieve besieged garrison at Tobruk. Rt 4-1-05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Captured PZIII enrout to US by steamship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 1  Allies forge Declaration of the United Nations&lt;br /&gt;- Jan. 13 German U-boats sinking ships off American coast in "Operation Drumbeat"&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 20 Nazis coordinate "Final Solution" efforts at Wannsee Conference&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 21 Rommel counter-attacks in North Africa : Libya.&lt;br /&gt;Jan. Mass gassing of Jews begins at Auschwitz&lt;br /&gt;Jan 26, 1942 - First American forces arrive in Great Britain.&lt;br /&gt;YANKS ARRIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Canadian steamship torpedoed, make repairs &amp; back to america, new york by rail, ship to england&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FEBRUARY 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;16 * &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Biting"&gt;Operation Biting&lt;/a&gt; Bruneval Raid 9pts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- At midnight on 27 February 1942, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parachute_Regiment"&gt;company of paratroopers&lt;/a&gt; was dropped inland of the radar station in three groups. Commandos carry out a raid on Bruneval in northern France to capture &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wuerzburg_radar"&gt;radar equipment&lt;/a&gt;. They are lifted off by Royal Navy coastal forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Muontbatten Head of Combineed Ops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 20th GErmany's all out assault on Malta 3-4 + boming raids a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;March 22 Operation Vivid practice raid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;March 28th Raid On St Nazaire (Operation Chariot) accomplishes objectives but at a heavy price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mission that the partisipating party &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-time-its-not-my-fault.html"&gt;would like to forget&lt;/a&gt;, you know who you are.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/boom.html"&gt;we pretend it never happened&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Party Sent back to Malta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Malta &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/saint-george.html"&gt;Party partisipates&lt;/a&gt; in setting up early EW GCI Radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Cross"&gt;George Cross&lt;/a&gt; bestowed by King GeorgeVI on malta&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; (includes party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20th 47 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Pedestal"&gt;Spitfires are sent to malta&lt;/a&gt; but are all destroyed on landing&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (Capt Milton assists pilots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21st Photographic reconnaissance by FL LT Harry Coldbeck reveals 1,500 400yd glider landing strips are being prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;April 21 - 23 R&lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/corvo-rosso.html"&gt;econnasance party takes pictures of airfields on Sicaly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5-7pts-a 3-5pts-b (2 nights) 21-23rd Sicaly Reconnasance &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-last-we-left-our-heroes.html"&gt;Party pictures&lt;/a&gt; of airfield, &amp; operational info. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Loose 1 sunderland, 1 with 2 inner engines replaced by Merlins &amp; has gunners rig wt 30's(all but rear {jump door)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Capt mentioned 7 OBE'd Jones(Laura) MM'd reccomended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early recon, ship lost pilot killed but navigator ditched With backupcamera Film! (Mentioned &amp; Reccomened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;April 23 - End Mission RT=April 10th  near death dive from fighters into base, Early morning They take merril to the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd 39th  General Hospital at St. Andrews destroyed by Ju 88s: other hospitals extensively damaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9th Operation Bowery concludes as 63 fighters delivered from the carries Wasp &amp; Eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;May 25th Orders for the pary come in, they head for Tobruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 26th, 1942 -&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deutsches_Afrikakorps"&gt;Afrika Korps&lt;/a&gt; goes on offensive in Libya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;30th Party  heading into the desert for a recon.  Hans Van Uder gets lost in the desert at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Early the next morning they Run into the front end of a DAK encirclement of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Gazala"&gt;Gazala Line&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Party witnesses the end of the South African as the Unit gets overrun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/06/cant-drive-and-still-captured-sdfkz.html"&gt;Hans with new friend Kirby capture a DAK armored car&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-how-knives-saved-world-for.html"&gt;was going to make the 2 prisoner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kirby fishes out a Map of DAK plans,  Milton IMMEDIATLY runs this up to Tobruk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Merril crashes their Waco Biplane on landing (ground loop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;June 6th &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/sitrep-last-convoy-to-bir-hacheim.html"&gt;Party Action-LAST CONVOY TO BirHacheim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Party assigned as covering force for convoy "A Proper command this time Eh?, Acting MAJOR."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jones gets Acting 2nd LT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Steve drives his truck into a Wadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Party survives attack by stukas &amp; makes it into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bir_Hakeim"&gt;Bir Hachiem&lt;/a&gt; just infront of the final encirclement by DAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8, 1942&lt;br /&gt;Unable to follow-up his victory in “the Cauldron” battle three days earlier, due to lack of resources and the threats to the north and south, Rommel decides to secure his position by turning on the Free French position to the south at Bir Hakeim on the Gazala Line. 15th Panzer Division joined Trieste and 90th Light Divisions to assault the position. Heavy fighting was reported by the badly outnumber French Brigade.&lt;br /&gt;June 10. Indian 2. Patrol receives orders to attack enemy transport on Jalo-Agedabiya road, &amp;amp; obtain preferably european prisoners to gain info on activities of Almasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;June 10, 1942 &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-bombed-at-bir-hacheim.html"&gt;Party Action Hold out! Pull Out!&lt;/a&gt;! 13DBLE &amp;1st BFLI evacuates the Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After two days of heavy fighting, supplies dwindling to nothing, the Free French position at Bir Hakeim was abandoned. The Frenchmen, after two weeks of valiant struggle, capped their amazing defense by bringing the bulk of their forces out of the encirclement in tact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10 Nazis annihilate Czech town of Lidice in retaliation for Heydrich's assassination&lt;br /&gt;June 12 Radio Ga Ga&lt;br /&gt;German radio announces that, "The white and colored Frenchmen made prisoner at Bir Hakeim, since they do not belong to any regular army, will be subject to the laws of war and will be executed." DeGaulle retorts that he must, regrettably, respond in kind. The following day the Germans announce a reversal of policy&lt;br /&gt;June 14, 1942&lt;br /&gt;General Ritchie, commander of the British 8th Army, orders a general retreat from the Gazala Line. The battle that started with a foolhardy advance by Rommel and came close to complete disaster for the Desert Fox ends in victory.&lt;br /&gt;June 21  German Afrika Korps recaptures Tobruk&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 24th, 1942 -Eisenhower assumes command of all US troops in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;July 1-30 - First Battle of El Alamein.&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 7  General Bernard Montgomery assumes command of British Eighth Army in North Africa&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 9th, 1942-Germans capture oilfields in Caucasus.&lt;br /&gt;Aug 17, 1942 - First all-American air attack in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;August 19&lt;br /&gt;Canadian commando troops attack the coastal French city of Dieppe, &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/sitrep-operation-jubilee.html"&gt;Party action in Operation 'Jubilee'&lt;/a&gt; but German defends and Canadian casualties in dead, wounded and prisoners are high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 23rd, 1942 -Battle for Stalingrad commences.&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 22nd, 1942&lt;br /&gt;-German troops reach center of Stalingrad but Soviet troops cling to part of city.&lt;br /&gt;Oct 18, 1942 - Hitler orders the execution of all captured British commandos.       Kommandobefehl&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 23-Nov. 3 Afrika Korps decisively defeated by British at  El Alamein&lt;br /&gt;November 4th With Montgomery victorious at El Alamein, Rommel started his retreat in North Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nov 8, 1942 - &lt;a href="http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/09/sitrep-operation-torch.html"&gt;Party Action Operation Torch begins &lt;/a&gt;(U.S. invasion of North Africa).A joint U.S.-British force of 400,000 troops, under the direction of General Eisenhower, begins landing at Casablanca, Oran and Algiers in Morocco and Algeria.. They will successfully overtake the French garrisons there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111404230745205501?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111404230745205501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111404230745205501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111404230745205501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111404230745205501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/wwii-timeline-2-date.html' title='WWII TIMELINE 2 DATE'/><author><name>GMofWWIIsupers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014137119915389778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12293914.post-111395252574442865</id><published>2005-04-19T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:15:25.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Oohrah - let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a GURPS campaign based on WWII.  The party is based on an SOE team, altough we've fudged a bit.  The DM is sticking as close to the historical timeline as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on that, coz I tried to get the party to keep the Kraut invasion of Crete from succeeding as possible, and we couldn't swing it.  We aslo sunk a couple of enemy ships offa Dakar and the cheese-eating frogs STILL ran, and couldn't complete the invasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play a Welsh NCO named Sean Connery. Sean likes fighting, and throwing grenades.  He has had a FEW mishaps throwing grenades, and still throws them.  Of course, he also has the Overconfident, Impulsive, and Bloodlust DIS's.  Hint, I won't be buying them off anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my ass off when I read the sourcebook, and found that the Welsh were regarded as "dark and brooding madmen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also an element of "wierd war" in the campagin, but I won't go into that for campaign reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell plays the Unknown Soldier, a Dutchman disfigured in an early raid, who also happens to have Bloodlust.  Trust us to go after prisoners :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl plays a female pilot who distracts Jerry with her "forward assets".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura plays another Welshman who prevents us from blowing up everything we run across.  We were planning on blowing up the Eiffel Tower on a jaunt thru Paris.  Well, shit, we HAD extra demo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex plays an American liason officer who the rest of the party (errr, me) prevented from gaining Captain's bars in our recent trip to NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil plays a paratrooper who redshirts with us, and wierd things just happen around him. For example, a dried up dude in old rags that smelt like myrrh just happened to stab me in the head once while we were in Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we can comment here, but don't reveal any secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose lips sink ships!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12293914-111395252574442865?l=wwiigurps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/feeds/111395252574442865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12293914&amp;postID=111395252574442865' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111395252574442865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12293914/posts/default/111395252574442865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwiigurps.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Short Fat Corporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379788128264538939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
