12.10: It seems the Jerry CO is quick to adapt. He's got his 8-wheelers hunting for observers, and his StuGs are forming a better wall. This time, they're holding a bunch of cornfields, and I really hope the luck we had doesn't extend to them. With a frightening staccato, we could hear more of the bloody AA guns open up on the infantry platoon. It seems someone stuck his head up too far, and drew attention. Luckily, there were no serious casualties.
|Overall deployment: I am so badly outnumbered...|
|[My friend starts most games like it's a NASCAR race!]|
|Reserves! I'm sure there's no way this can go badly!|
12.20: The Firefly's paid for his boldness. The platoon of StuGs opened up, creasing the gun and I could hear the hit from where I am. Platoon commander reports the tank is brewed up, and remaining alive crew are attempting to work their way back to the beach again. I also have reports of StuG fire blowing the track off an SP, leaving it facing the wrong damn direction. The Jerry Scout cars made a run on the observer, and he has once again gone silent. I hope he's alive, so I can take his reflective binoculars and string him up by them...
|The first of a pattern...|
12.25: We are going to have to do something to hide the Fireflies better. Hardly had my second Firefly engaged the Germans when more focused fire knocked it out. I will be questioning my Troop Commanders on possible camouflage or combat tactics to keep them alive. They're too important to lose like this.
|Gotta love that thick forward armour!|
|Full of Sound and Fury, Signifying Nothing.|
12.35: I and the Achilles are going to have words. Rather than pull back into hiding, the damn fool has decided to charge! He's run across the road, into the hedges on the other side, which takes him out of view of exactly nothing. On the rare chance they didn't see this charge, and the Achilles might have made it into the hedges, one of the two of them decided to blaze away with the bloody 17pdr as he went!
12.38: My tank has been hit, as well as one of the Achilles. I can't save the thing, and I've lost two of my crew. I've told the Infantry Lieutenant to take over, and attempt to contact Cpt. Badgerow and tell him he's in charge. Caen is so close, and yet here we are, tangling once again with tanks that aren't supposed to be on this side of the river. I will be requesting the support of a full infantry company: we're just too exposed to the StuGs like this.
|Aand there goes the CO, along with most of his Squadron.|