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Post by phgamer on May 26, 2017 11:16:36 GMT
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Post by madmorgan on Jun 3, 2017 13:51:42 GMT
Another of your well done games - ty
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Post by phgamer on Jan 10, 2018 15:25:05 GMT
We are finally playing the next game in the series tonight,titled Baited Trap, Waukegan, Illinois Here is just a piece of the preamble:
..... The muttering in the crowed started to develop an angry tone. Patton, in full monologue mode, either didn't notice, or chose not to notice.
"We are sure they'll bypass Kenosha the same way. Every 15 miles or so, we have been leaving presents for them. A smoking Mk II here, a manned gun position there. Enough to anger and entice. They have to slow down to black dust areas providing cover, but also are finding broken vehicles in our wake. What they are not doing is regrouping! We are leading them gentlemen, leading them here!"
"So what is important about Waukegan? Why do they want it so? They'll want it, because we will be there."
There was an intake of breath.
"And we will be there because the ground is already being prepared to destroy the enemy. At Waukegan, is the Great Lakes Naval Training Center."
There was a myriad of puzzled looks from the crowd.
"Yes, I know what you are thinking, why does the Navy have a base 900 miles from the nearest ocean. It's not like we are going to fight Canada again."
Chuckles.
General McIntyre made a mental note, "George can sure play a crowd."
"With that Navy base is a great surplus of manpower, manpower that is currently sculpting the field, setting traps, berms, trenches. Also, the Navy is not likely to abandon us our gunfire support when it's their base on the line."
Polite Laughter.
"Now, those men are not soldiers, far from it, most of them, until a few months ago, were farmers and townsfolk. But they will bolster our manpower for non-combat roles. In addition to cooks, they'll provide us ammunition runners for our machine guns. Even now, they are helping unload the trainloads of reinforcements arriving daily from Detroit. They are already getting accustomed to the vagaries and voodoo required to drive the steam tanks."
"They will be in the tanks with us, in the trenches with us, they are going to die with us."
The room went quiet, and if possible, dropped a few degrees.
Patton let that sink in, then continued. He strutted in front of the crowd, assessing the mix of fear and anger. Now it was time to give them hope.
"Let me tell you what is there. Waukegan is where the Navy trains their engineers. The Navy runs on coal and steam like our tanks. Our tanks are offering them a great opportunities for hands on training, with experienced engineers supervising. Our tanks will be in tip top shape when the Martians get there. We have a shortage of men trained in manning the tanks, but the Navy will at least be able to fill the gap with mechanics."
"And another thing, this is where their Fire Control and Gunnery Schools are. More trained men to draw upon. Men who know how to handle artillery."
"And lastly, they have a Land Ironclad!"
The room exploded. ....
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Post by hardlec on Jan 14, 2018 16:05:01 GMT
Said the tripod: Squish.
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Post by greenbeanie on Jan 15, 2018 14:07:53 GMT
Don't forget about Fort Sheridan. HQ of the 5th Army and has loads of warehouses.
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Post by phgamer on Jan 16, 2018 12:03:05 GMT
The next chapter is up. Here is another excerpt on the preamble: A younger naval officer stepped forward, “Lieutenant Scott, sir, I run the Boilermen school. We were very interested in your wee steam tanks when they started arriving a few days ago, and it was soon obvious there were points where they could be improved, if only for a little while. We found, with a bit of reinforcement around the bell housings, that we could take the pressure up to about 600.” “That’s about three times the normal pressure”, snapped Captain Patton! “Oh, aye, it is, and to be suurre, it’s totally ruining the life expectancy of the boiler, the transmission, and the tracks. But we were looking at it this way, after you clamped onto one of the tripods legs, good an tight, were you really expecting your little tank back in a usable shape” replied the Lieutenant? “This away, they will dig themselves out of those holes we dug for them, shooting forward at maybe 15 miles an hour! The Martian’s will barely have time to note they are there before the clamps grab on. And now for the best part. Since these tanks are only going one way, and only a little way at that, it would be a waste of fine West Virginia coal to fully load them up, so we didn’t. And used all that space saved for the storage of two tons of DuPont’s finest gunpowder.” “So by either a lit fuse from a fleeing crewmen, or a by heat ray attempting to remove the clamp, or by 800 degrees from an exploding boiler, I don’t think that Martian Tripod will be bothering us much anymore, but that will be the last you will see of you tank I’m afraid.” There was silence as the Scotsman finished his heavily brogue laden explanation. George started a laugh that infected the group. He slapped the Lieutenant hard on the back, and looked at his General, “I can listen to this man all day. With that outrageous accent and his ideas, this man is a marvel.” philsmartianfront.blogspot.com/2018/01/baited-trap-waukegan-illinois.html
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Post by scottwashburn on Jan 16, 2018 15:13:43 GMT
Wow, an amazing game! Well done!
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