…being the story of a wargame, now in arrears… Unfortunately my detailed report has vanished into the depths of the internet, but the synopsis is that we chased off the crew of a 105mm howitzer, captured or scared of a German supply company, deployed two sections of the RA 25 prs which helped drive the enemy at least into cover, and consolidated our position.
Game note. The Germans having been driven mainly away from board 2 and totally from board 1, board 1 was removed and a new board added to the German side, with all their reinforcements deployed. The new situation is shown above. And thus we will start the next day with a German counter-attack.
Apparently, according to TV advertising, it will be either “Fathers’ Day” or “Father’s Day” (depending on the advertiser) next Sunday. I would prefer it to be the former rather than the latter, as I am statistically less likely to be chosen as the singular father to receive cards and gifts than I was to win £125m on the Euromillions Lottery yesterday evening,
I have spent many years as a distant father and grandfather. Circumstances separate us, but the love and care never fades.
Maybe, with the world’s population exceeding its resources, we could think about holding a “Not Fathers Day” and distributing free condoms. Just a thought…
For statistical purposes, my first wife and I produced two children, thus replacing our generation. They, to date, have produced one each, so my personal contribution to the world population is currently in equilibrium. May I have permission to feel smug? 🤔