This weekend we had a really big group of us from the Calgary R.E.G.I.M.E.N.T. meet up in Kelowna for the local group’s 2012 annual Flames of War tournament. 7 of us came up, most of us in Howard’s ‘War Van’ but we even had one of us fly in, so we had a good chunk of us representing Calgary.
There was also folks from Kamloops (I had the chance to play 2 of them) and the rest were local boys.
Calgary did quite well for ourselves, taking home the Best Overall and Best General awards! Brad just rocked his opponents with his British Maoris (I know because he well and thoroughly trounced my Panzerspah in the second round! 6-1 for Brad!) and took Best Overall and Geoff apparently had a pretty awesome day with his British Tines and Tees and took home Best General.
Well, been working away for a few weeks on my Panzerspah list in anticipation of the upcoming Kelowna tournament. I had a chance to sit down and finish the last of the Sd Kfz 10/5 AA trucks and the extra crew for the Panzerwerfers. I love this list for its versatility, movement and aggressiveness. It just begs to be charging headlong into combat!
Most of the other guys in the club are almost finished their lists for the tournament as well. I’m hoping that they’ll come on board and post some pictures too!
I remember the first time that I ever played a wargame with my Dad.
Barely six years old I remember I cried when all the shiny tanks I got to play with were mercilessly destroyed by Dad’s Axis forces.
I remember my Dad patiently explaining to me that winning wasn’t everything with this kind of game, poor consolation for a kid who didn’t yet understand the satisfaction of having worked towards something. I remember watching Dad line up his victorious Panzer IVs in a phalanx formation and then line up my Shermans in a similar line on the Panzer’s flanks, just behind a wooded area. He then said to me “So if I have better guns on my tanks and better armour on the front and you know that my only weak point is on the side of rear, what would you do differently?”
I struggled with this for a while, trying to understand that Dad was teaching me something. At first I said that I’d hide in the woods so his tanks couldn’t get me. That wasn’t going to do it though, Dad explained, his tanks would eventually get to me and I’d lose the Shermans again.
“Well I’d just run away from you then, far enough so you couldn’t shoot me.”
Dad considered this, nodding his head. “Yup,” he said “that’s definitely something you could do to make sure that you lived but what if my tanks shot farther than you and I could move faster than you?”