Day 1, Saturday 17th May; all quiet, no bandits/bogeys/baddies on the horizon yet.
The WingCo's WWII table
Boney's WWI table
.......and here they come! Albatros DIIs vs Pups; yours truly flying the Jacobs DII with the green wing stripes (bottom of pic.)
My first kill of the day! What a great start!
Well, that good luck didn't last long!!!!! The four bottom cards were at +1; the final card received was the top left '3' - pilot wounded.
Chris pointed out that the 'Critical Hit' card said I had managed a safe forced landing, and so survived.....
I then pointed out that the card which shot me down was my SECOND wound, so I was already dead!
The Luftkreitskrafte strikes back!
So does the RFC!!
What's happening on the other table? (Sorry, got a bit distracted now I'm dead!)
nabbed by a punter, so missed the next round - final result, RFC victory (boo, hiss!)
Game 2 - a family of seven "booked" the table for 12:30, and duly arrived with many scores to settle. They chose Fokker DVIIs vs SE5as. At 4 vs 3, I joined the German side in the Jasta 15 Schaefer DVII
First exchanges, no visible damage
I set one of the SE5s ablaze (cheers!)
but fate has something else in mind for our brave German pilots.....
Saschenberg latches on to a smoking Tommy......
.............and evens the score!
Then fate deals her harshest blow!
A head-on exchange, with the young victor over Udet earlier, we draw one 'A' card each; he draws a Zero. Guess what I drew.
Go on, guess.
Please, guess.
Which card do I always manage to find?
Always.
Even when there is only one in the double 'A' deck we are using.
Yep.
You guessed it.
Wasn't difficult, was it?
Meanwhile, over the other side of the table, fate pokes her oar in again!
..............and so Goering's all on his lonesome, facing three opponents. Still, he makes a good fist of it (FIST of it, geddit? Oh never mind)
but what goes up, can come down........aeroplanes as well as thumbs.
Scheiss!!!!! Game 2 to the Tommies also!
Game 3 - Chris's yellow Halberstadt Schlasta on a mission to bomb a British chip shop in the coastal town. I fielded punters and offered as little guidance as possible to the two guests who flew 2 'Naval 9' Sopwith Camels each.
Come on the Huns!!!!!
A vibrant spectacle
a Pair of Preposterously-Painted Potential Party-Poopers!
and another two
don't worry chaps - they're bally MILES away!
STREWTH!!!!!!
Crikey! That was a LOT of 'B' cards!
Get it together, chaps!
NOT what the RFC had in mind!
They're turning back towards the chippy! After 'em!
That's not the WingCo is it? No, just an impersonator!
Good grief, they're almost there - and we've lost another fellow!
Oh No! The chippy's gone for a burton! <<ha,ha - a win for the dastardly Hun!>>
so it's bully beef 'n' biscuits for tea, then!
Game 4 - A retaliatory raid on a German sausage factory by four of my new DH4s from 27 Squadron (I bit the bullet and opted to fly for the RAF - well, they are my new planes!
I was joined by a very young, very keen chap, who wanted to fly all over the place! His sister teamed up with an opposition punter, with 2 Albatros DVas each, one of which turned out to be a Pfalz DIII!
With very little time remaining, I opted to take three DH4s myself, giving one to my somewhat independent wingman.
He opted to disobey orders, and went swanning off on his own, whereupon his elder sister ambushed him and shot him down in flames! ( 4 simultaneous 'A' cards!)
I was out-manouevering the other two Hun scouts, when I was alerted to large quantities of chocolate being spread over the fingers and card decks by my now deceased wingman! His father took him home, and after a bit of cleaning up chocolatey fingerprints, we called it a day.
Hence only one photo.
Look, I got behind them! Alas, we had to stop there.
Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh, is that the time? Off to kip.
Will post Day 2 soon.
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