Well camouflaged Troopers of 1st Airborne Recce Squadron watch their every move…
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Vorwarts Soldaten!!!
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Battlegruppe Von Richter trundle slowly forward from the woods on the outskirts of Oosterbeek, their mission to locate and destroy the Paratroops holding the bridge…
Well camouflaged Troopers of 1st Airborne Recce Squadron watch their every move…
Well camouflaged Troopers of 1st Airborne Recce Squadron watch their every move…
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Harry Faversham
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16 Nov 2013, 13:56
Looks real good. It will be a gritty tough fight. SdKfz PUMA, perhaps?
Remember guys FIGZ 2020 is just on the other side of the ARNHEM Bridge?
It being on this side of the bridge. BB
Remember guys FIGZ 2020 is just on the other side of the ARNHEM Bridge?
It being on this side of the bridge. BB
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Beano Boy
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03 Sep 2013, 14:45
“Bring up the PIAT!”
A fat bomb flies toward the Jerry eight wheeler and explodes with a thunderous detonation on a nearby wall. The Recce men are using the weapon’s ability to operate perfectly well from inside the left flank farm building. The German vehicles clank to a halt and Panzer Grenadiers move forward…
Straight into the line of fire from the Bren sighted on the right flank, the fire is devastating, knocking down an MG team and bowling the gunner over the side of his half track! The PIAT booms again falling short, but keeping Jerry at a distance…
The Recce Squadron’s CO moves out to support his men, and is instantly hit, but only receives a flesh wound…
The Panzer Grenadiers return fire all along the line, the PIAT bomber becoming their first victim. Savage bursts of Spandua fire zips across the fields on the right from the Veteran SS NCO now manning the half track…
The Airborne Recce suffer badly, but the Bren gunner and his mate fight back gallantly.
Return fire takes a heavy toll…
The Airborne Recce Sergeant fits another magazine to his Sten and blazes away…
On the left flank, machine gun fire from both the half track and eight wheeler take another heavy toll, but not before a Recce marksmen puts paid to the SS Officer!
The Recce Squadron’s CO has worked his way round the right hand farmhouse and sees the enemy advancing to mop up the position. Having realised, there’s no more PIAT bombs tootling about, the enemy armour has advanced. In the finest Airborne tradition the CO storms forward grenading and tommy-gunning the stunned SS men…
In the brief respite the Sergeant dashes from the farmhouse to his CO’s side…
“Sergeant, it’s time for desperate measures, you got any grenades?”
“A couple, one each Sir?”
“That’ll do nicely, ready?”
“Sir!”
“Waho Mohammed!!!”
The two Recce men storm forward, theirs is the glory, as they both fall to the firepower of the waiting SS men…
A noble sacrifice in the finest tradition of the Airborne.
“They sleep with their pals, till the last trumpet sounds."
A fat bomb flies toward the Jerry eight wheeler and explodes with a thunderous detonation on a nearby wall. The Recce men are using the weapon’s ability to operate perfectly well from inside the left flank farm building. The German vehicles clank to a halt and Panzer Grenadiers move forward…
Straight into the line of fire from the Bren sighted on the right flank, the fire is devastating, knocking down an MG team and bowling the gunner over the side of his half track! The PIAT booms again falling short, but keeping Jerry at a distance…
The Recce Squadron’s CO moves out to support his men, and is instantly hit, but only receives a flesh wound…
The Panzer Grenadiers return fire all along the line, the PIAT bomber becoming their first victim. Savage bursts of Spandua fire zips across the fields on the right from the Veteran SS NCO now manning the half track…
The Airborne Recce suffer badly, but the Bren gunner and his mate fight back gallantly.
Return fire takes a heavy toll…
The Airborne Recce Sergeant fits another magazine to his Sten and blazes away…
On the left flank, machine gun fire from both the half track and eight wheeler take another heavy toll, but not before a Recce marksmen puts paid to the SS Officer!
The Recce Squadron’s CO has worked his way round the right hand farmhouse and sees the enemy advancing to mop up the position. Having realised, there’s no more PIAT bombs tootling about, the enemy armour has advanced. In the finest Airborne tradition the CO storms forward grenading and tommy-gunning the stunned SS men…
In the brief respite the Sergeant dashes from the farmhouse to his CO’s side…
“Sergeant, it’s time for desperate measures, you got any grenades?”
“A couple, one each Sir?”
“That’ll do nicely, ready?”
“Sir!”
“Waho Mohammed!!!”
The two Recce men storm forward, theirs is the glory, as they both fall to the firepower of the waiting SS men…
A noble sacrifice in the finest tradition of the Airborne.
“They sleep with their pals, till the last trumpet sounds."
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Harry Faversham
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16 Nov 2013, 13:56
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