That's the discussion I was trying to avoid as we have already spoken about this so many bloody times I get the shudders anyone mentions the matter.

If Terry Gardner sees this he's going to murder me, but let me say that when I played tabletop hex wargames (a long way before computers and I was single) there was a game whose map covered an entire 10ftx7ft table and we still had an extra table going out the room door to accommodate the Caucasus. It was called Drang Nach Osten / Unenteschieden. I still have the monster tucked away. This was so big it required several players at the same time (God bless college, when everybody had time and resilience) and the game took weeks.

Of course this was 25 years ago or thereabouts and the game was full of errors and simplifications, a Pz division was as fresh after 3000 km as it was the day it set out from Poland, for instance.

Well, after all this explanation all I what to say is that it required an especially green or dumb German team not to win in 1941, 1942 at most.

Of course it was a game only, with some faulty rules and mechanisms, and we all had decades of hindsight, but...

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I remember a game where "we" were challenged by another club, and we took the Reds. It was amazing how the other guys spoke of themselves, how much they knew, how good they were, how they had done this and that, bla bla blah.

So we got a bit scared and decided to pull all the stops and play every single dirty trick allowed by the rules and use all our collective experience regarding railway chokepoints and all that. They were so bloody cocksure they simply HAD to be good. *

Suffice it to say that the game started on cue on 22 June 1941, in July entire Finland (sorry Kai) was under new management, in August Ploesti was being run by Sovoil (my sector, by the way), and the entire German army was lost and starving somewhere in Russia with all communication liknks cut, with no way to go ahead and no way to go back for whatever rail lines the partisans had spared were busily being used for sighseeing joyrides by the Komsomol

They never played again with us ever after, go figure!

* That's the Saddam Syndrome, you talk and bluff way too much, you get clobbered

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