“Hoots Mon, Sarn’t Major, yon laddies are no Eyeties… them’s Bosche, the noo!”
B Company had been ordered to hold Wadi Fookem till nightfall, a job Major McCregor had been more than confident of doing against the Italians. Germans arriving on the scene however, were fish of a very different kettle, for his under strength Company. Fortunately an 11th Hussar’s armoured car had turned up and offered to cover the bridge.
On the front line in the Wadi, Private Alf Tupper B Company sniper, slid a round into the chamber of his Lee Enfield… he’d a score to settle for both Dunkirk and the blitz with the enemy advancing into his crosshairs…
Wadi Fookem…
B Company Black Watch…
Private Tupper can be seen skulking in the palm trees at the end of the bridge.
Battlegruppe Von Richter of the 12th Panzer Grenadiers, deploy their mortar and heavy machine gun to support the assault!
Over the horizon came a flight of sinister looking gull winged silhouettes, twirling his moustache fiercely Major Shytes McCregor said.
"Hoots Mon. I'm sure we can make a bigger screech than yon bastards!"
He turned to his stalwart Pipe Major, who'd by now changed into his full dress kilt, and shouted...
"Potting!"
"Sah!"
"Blue Bonnets!"
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