It’s now Friday and I awake early, avoiding a repeat of the ‘Das Boot’ treatment of the morning before. Breakfast then a wander across to the convention centre. It’s getting a lot more busier today and there are a lot more people around today, and quite a few are dressed up in their role-playing outfits. Some of the young and slim (and not so young or slim) ladies appear to have thrown on their costumes in the dark and sadly missed (as my dear old dad used to say: “The sights you see when you haven’t got your elephant gun handy”).
I’ve got my Zeppelin Hangar game to run at 9 so I set up shop. There is a goodly turn-out for this and an interesting game ensues. The Zeppelin survived with some damage, and a few Entente aircraft got shot down, but anyone who was shot down immediately go issued with another plane and was shoved into battle again. All in all a successful game, if I do say so myself.
Karl (Jager) arrives mid-day and preps his “Stop the Bombers” game. We have seven American DH4s and their escort making their way across the table and back again, assailed by the dastardly hun. Karl has mounted all DH4s on a large Perspex sheet, making movement easier. I take one of the escorting planes and do my by now famous ball-of-flame impression – twice. Don’t really get into the fight as by the time I come on again everyone else is up the other end of the park, so I spend a lot of the game chasing after them.
We pack up and all the Buckeye Gamers head for the 94th Aero Squadron restaurant. We are joined by other site members who have arrived, including Anne (MisDomingo), Jim (Old Navy) and Luis (Iberian Shadow). A good time was had by all, chatting about historical re-enactment and wargaming in general. Afterwards I made a mercifully short but heartfelt speech of thanks and handed out a few small trinkets, and we then we toured this fascinating restaurant. The name may give a clue to the theme, and all the walls are covered with WW1 and WW2 memorabilia and photographs, some of which were new to me. Back to the hotel to sleep on another successful day. Karl joins us and kips down on the fold-out sofa.
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