I can’t believe it’s not bunker

I spotted this ancient margarine tub heading for the bin a few weeks ago. “So what?” I hear you cry. Strange to say, it put me in mind of photos of Soviet WW2 pre-fabricated concrete MG bunkers I’d been looking at. Having successfully rescued the thing I at once set to work to produce yet more of the museum-quality terrain for which I am rightly famed.

The first step was to cut it in half....

...next I cut out the vision/firing slits. These are quite tall so as to accommodate both kneeling and standing firing figures. Stay tuned for the next thrilling episode!

Soviet Naval Infantry - part 3

Hot on the heels of the Pegasus figures are this lot from the Zvezda hard plastic set.  The stripy shirts were something of a challenge - I tried two variants and on balance prefer the lighter version (the chap with the bundle of grenades).

That's all from the Black Sea Fleet for the moment.  That said, I do have another of these Zvezda sets so I might use it for some conversions.

Soviet Naval Infantry - part 2

Now finished and clearly looking forward to repelling the Hitlerite hordes  - these photos show the Pegasus figures.  To my eyes (which aren't that great) they look pretty good.

Setting Europe ablaze

A few weeks ago John ran this game and also provided all the figures and terrain. It concerned a Commando raid on a German communication installation on the Brittany coast. Jerry and I commanded the raiding team - what could go wrong?
Above - our team of elite diehards.

Jerry (right) and I posing for what might be our last photo.

Having been cast adrift by an MTB some distance out to sea, we set off in our wee boat - hand carved by John. Despite tides and a degree of navigational incompetence we stepped ashore more or less where we’d hoped.

After we landed things moved very quickly and I forgot to take photos for a few turns. In short, we eventually overcame the pair of guards at the checkpoint (left) although one fought savagely and wounded two commandos.  Meanwhile the rest of us crossed the wire  - we made Jerry lie on it and ran along his back!   A brief gunfight quelled the chaps in the communications hut and having secured some prisoners we placed timed charges and headed off. The bangs nearly started early as it was later revealed that our escape route had taken us through a minefield!  But we got away with it and as the boat set off the silence of the night was profaned by a series of explosions. More than were strictly necessary as it happens, but no sense in taking unused charges home, was there?

Europe ablaze. Well a bit of it.