The first platoon of Commandos swarmed over the perimeter fence straight into a German patrol. The Germans managed a single shot before being bundled to the ground and knifed to death. The Commandos paused to see if any alarm would be raised but the airfield remained quiet.
Silently the khaki killers approached the first machine gun nest and pounced. The gun crew were dispatched without a sound.
The Commandos silenced the second gun in the same way. So far, so good.
After a little while scouting around the raiders detected both German and English voices from one of the huts, it seemed a German officer was conducting some sort of interrogation of prisoners inside. The Commandos decided to attack without delay.
Meanwhile a second platoon was furtively making its way around the rear of the base.
The British run of good luck ended when their assault was repulsed by the Germans in the hut. One squad of British was eliminated in the fierce exchange of fire.
As the survivors retreated to the cover of the machine gun pit klaxons rang out around the camp. The time for secrecy was over.
Fifteen minutes of exchanging gunfire followed with no end in sight when the ground shook to the roar of approaching tanks. Consternation swept the British ranks as two Panthers appeared at the main gate to the airfield and started to fire their main guns and machine guns into the compound. However, despite the noise and commotion the Commandos soon realised that the tanks were not actually inflicting any casualties, their aim was way off, perhaps the nearness of their targets meant they couldn't depress their guns enough?
None-the-less the British were still pinned down and it wouldn't be long before the garrison rallied or more troops appeared. Something had to be done.
Sgt Sone, 'Stonecold' to his men, extracted his platoon from the workshop building they had been occupying and, under heavy fire, made his way into the surrounding fields. Once under cover of the vegetation he and his men moved quickly around the perimeter of the airfield and arrived, unnoticed, behind the rear Panther. his men swarmed over the vehicle filling vision slits and hatches with hot lead and grenades. In seconds the tank's fire stopped and smoke began to billow out of it.
Flushed with success, and with no regard for his own safety, Sgt Stone led his victorious men in an assault on the second enemy tank; this too was destroyed in double quick time with no loss of life to the attackers.
With the immediate threat of the enemy armour neutralised the Commandos stepped up their attack. Accurate mortar fire on to one hut silenced the enemy within and a second assault on the other killed the Germans, captured their officer and freed the British airmen that were being (roughly) interrogated there.
As the Commandos drew breath and contemplated their final assault on the main airfield building from which the remaining Germans were still putting up a spirited defence they were astonished and pleased to hear gunfire and raised French voices from the other end of the airfield. The resistance had arrived!
The French seemed intent on killing anything that moved and didn't seem too concerned with conserving ammunition either. The British kept their heads down as rounds headed their way from both French and German rifles. Then, unexpectedly, the firing from within the control tower stopped. Could the French have actually done some good with their wild shooting?
'Now or never men' shouted Sgt Stone as he led a charge into the building, coming under French fire the whole way. Once inside the Commandos made short work of capturing the remaining Germans, including the airfield Commander, who were all cowering in corners.
Outside the French shooting finally died down as the English Pilots explained the situation to the resistance leader (the owner of a cafe in town).
After a quick conference the resistance went off to sabotage the local railway line and the British settled down to await a German counter attack or the relief column, whichever arrived first.
Inflicted 86 -20 losses +20 captured -8 Time Penalty +65 objective = 143
A particularly unflattering photo of me (Umpire), Kevin (British) and Giro (German).