At dawn we slept...in the cab on the way back from Olongapo

[Cap Mandrake]

Our sweep over Koumac encounters a markedly reduced CAP


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Morning Air attack on Koumac , at 113,156

Weather in hex: Light rain

Raid spotted at 28 NM, estimated altitude 25,390 feet.
Estimated time to target is 12 minutes

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 7

Allied aircraft
F4F-3A Wildcat x 15

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero: 1 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-3A Wildcat: 1 destroyed

[Cap Mandrake]

Our sweep over Koumac encounters a markedly reduced CAP


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Morning Air attack on Koumac , at 113,156

Weather in hex: Light rain

Raid spotted at 28 NM, estimated altitude 25,390 feet.
Estimated time to target is 12 minutes

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 7

Allied aircraft
F4F-3A Wildcat x 15

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero: 1 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-3A Wildcat: 1 destroyed

[Cap Mandrake]

Daytime B-17 raid from Noumea

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Morning Air attack on Koumac , at 113,156

Weather in hex: Light rain

Raid spotted at 20 NM, estimated altitude 15,000 feet.
Estimated time to target is 6 minutes

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 1

Allied aircraft
B-17E Fortress x 9
P-400 Airacobra x 22

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero: 1 damaged
A6M2 Zero: 3 destroyed on ground

No Allied losses

Airbase hits 9
Airbase supply hits 9
Runway hits 24

[Cap Mandrake]

More LYB's cross the river NE of Chihkiang. We bring our secret weapon...the feared 37mm AT gun....easily able to penetrate 12-13mm of armor at 200 yds.

Attacking force 14679 troops, 130 guns, 4 vehicles, Assault Value = 471

Defending force 33610 troops, 131 guns, 0 vehicles, Assault Value = 1227

Japanese adjusted assault: 5

Allied adjusted defense: 2179

Japanese assault odds: 1 to 435

Combat modifiers
Defender: terrain(+), experience(-)
Attacker: disruption(-), fatigue(-), supply(-)

Japanese ground losses:
876 casualties reported
Squads: 5 destroyed, 60 disabled
Non Combat: 1 destroyed, 7 disabled
Engineers: 1 destroyed, 22 disabled

Allied ground losses:
86 casualties reported
Squads: 1 destroyed, 11 disabled
Non Combat: 0 destroyed, 0 disabled
Engineers: 0 destroyed, 0 disabled

Assaulting units:
3rd Division
5th Tank Regiment
23rd Tank Regiment

Defending units:
15th Chinese Corps
9th Prov Chinese Corps
5th New Chinese Corps
27th Chinese Corps
78th Chinese Corps
40th Chinese Corps
7th New Chinese Corps
8th New Chinese Corps
15th Group Army
3rd Heavy Mortar Regiment
24th Group Army
57th AT Gun Regiment
4th Heavy Mortar Regiment

[Chickenboy]

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake
R3D-2: 2 damaged

Don't you guys have some sort of house rule about involvement of semi-sentient autonomous life forms in this game? The guys in Novato will be more than a bit pissed about you going off copyright a mere week before their big heyday.

[Cap Mandrake]

ORIGINAL: Chickenboy

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake
R3D-2: 2 damaged

Don't you guys have some sort of house rule about involvement of semi-sentient autonomous life forms in this game? The guys in Novato will be more than a bit pissed about you going off copyright a mere week before their big heyday.

It's not a war crime....unless you lose.

[Cap Mandrake]

**************Peterson household, dinner time, Fargo, North Dakota****************

Jimmy: Mom, dad...I have an announcement...I'm not going too mime college in Duluth..I've enlisted in the Navy....I've been promised an exciting job aboard one of the latest minesweepers in the South Pacific!

<SWITCH TO EXTERIOR SHOT OF FARM>

Mrs. Peterson: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Cap Mandrake]

This purely for the purpose of historical immersion. [;)]

[desicat]

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake

ORIGINAL: zuluhour

I hear it's f%$#king hot in Stockton Capt'n

Yes, and they tend to leave their blinds open!

Brilliant!

[desicat]

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake

**************Peterson household, dinner time, Fargo, North Dakota****************

Jimmy: Mom, dad...I have an announcement...I'm not going too mime college in Duluth..I've enlisted in the Navy....I've been promised an exciting job aboard one of the latest minesweepers in the South Pacific!

<SWITCH TO EXTERIOR SHOT OF FARM>

Mrs. Peterson: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Hey, I live just a little south of Duluth, MN.

[desicat]

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake

This purely for the purpose of historical immersion. [;)]

The Navy is well represented.

[Cap Mandrake]

ORIGINAL: desicat


Hey, I live just a little south of Duluth, MN.

Splendid! Are you a Duluth School of Mime alumnus?

[desicat]

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake

ORIGINAL: desicat


Hey, I live just a little south of Duluth, MN.

Splendid! Are you a Duluth School of Mime alumnus?

[Chickenboy]

ORIGINAL: desicat

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake

ORIGINAL: desicat


Hey, I live just a little south of Duluth, MN.

Splendid! Are you a Duluth School of Mime alumnus?

Odds are I'd get the silent treatment from her too...[:(][:-][;)]

[zuluhour]

..another chuckle in the peanut gallery[:)]

[Cap Mandrake]

ORIGINAL: Chickenboy

ORIGINAL: desicat

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake




Splendid! Are you a Duluth School of Mime alumnus?

Odds are I'd get the silent treatment from her too...[:(][:-][;)]

Do you want to talk about it? We won't say anything.

[Cap Mandrake]

JJ has captured Cox's Bazar(which was purposely ungarrisoned and is advancing on Chidda...erm..Choota...uhm...Chittasomething. Admiral Lord Sprior has sent out some brown fellows with white officers to contest their advance.

LYB's also landing at Akyab today.

[Cap Mandrake]

SG dragged to a party at one of her home IV infusion clients. Beautiful place with outdoor bar, bigscreen,
fireplace, waterfalls, giant pots..the whole nine yards....just installed at great cost. This means, of course, that they will be divorced inside of three years but I didn't tell anyone as that would ruin the party.

Place was full of $500+ an hour lawyers. So I'm watching the highlights of the USC/Stanford game and a guy who looks like Quincy Jones with a Rolex walks up and says...

"I just lost $500 on that game" Now, to me, that is a pretty big sports bet but I try to show empathy. Instinctively, I know not to look impressed. I order him a free drink and he asks me where I live..so I tell him. He tries not to look impressed.
[:)]

Now it's his turn. "I'm down in the Hunt Club (big estates in San Juan Capistrano). I had a place down at the beach too but we sold it..we just didn't want to give up to the privacy of 6 acres" [8|]

It is now obvious what the game is here. This is what you call a "d*** waving party". No, not that...the idea is to show off how much money you have. It think one is supposed to establish a pecking order by the end of the night. The best thing is to not cooperate. It bugs the crap out of them.

All the wives have had plastic surgery. The hostess greets me and SG and blabs on about what a great catch SG is and I nod politely but I can't help looking at her lips which are so full of silicon she looks like a platypus. I swear I thought the bottom one was going to explode the next time she made the "B" sound. The bottom lip had evidently just had a tune up because it stuck out about 1 cm further than the top.

I kept telling myself.."Smile..DONT LOOK AT THE LIPS..DONT LOOK AT THE LIPS". Now, don't get me wrong, there were some serious breastesses with nipplage all over the place but I never once had to tell myself "DONT LOOK AT THE HEADLIGHTS" because the lip thing was so over the top it was like transporting to another planet. All the women went to the same pilates class and the female instructor was there. She was dangerously fit if you know what I mean.

SG and I were talking to this smart "Swedish" guy who did not look like any Swede I ever saw and spoke slightly accented Engrish but not with a Swedish accent. It was right after the San Bernardino attack and SG starts swerving into an anti-muslim rant. I kick her under the table but it's too late. He's an "Afghani-Swede" and he rises to defend islam. [8|] of course, this doesn't stop him from powering down alcohol and checking out all the breastesses.

I don't want to give the wrong impression. It was a fun party. That's the magic of alcohol.

[Mundy]

ORIGINAL: desicat
Hey, I live just a little south of Duluth, MN.

ugh....Duluth....

I lived in Superior 9 years.

[:'(]

[Chickenboy]

ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake

SG dragged to a party at one of her home IV infusion clients. Beautiful place with outdoor bar, bigscreen,
fireplace, waterfalls, giant pots..the whole nine yards....just installed at great cost. This means, of course, that they will be divorced inside of three years but I didn't tell anyone as that would ruin the party.

Place was full of $500+ an hour lawyers. So I'm watching the highlights of the USC/Stanford game and a guy who looks like Quincy Jones with a Rolex walks up and says...

"I just lost $500 on that game" Now, to me, that is a pretty big sports bet but I try to show empathy. Instinctively, I know not to look impressed. I order him a free drink and he asks me where I live..so I tell him. He tries not to look impressed.
[:)]

Now it's his turn. "I'm down in the Hunt Club (big estates in San Juan Capistrano). I had a place down at the beach too but we sold it..we just didn't want to give up to the privacy of 6 acres" [8|]

It is now obvious what the game is here. This is what you call a "d*** waving party". No, not that...the idea is to show off how much money you have. It think one is supposed to establish a pecking order by the end of the night. The best thing is to not cooperate. It bugs the crap out of them.

All the wives have had plastic surgery. The hostess greets me and SG and blabs on about what a great catch SG is and I nod politely but I can't help looking at her lips which are so full of silicon she looks like a platypus. I swear I thought the bottom one was going to explode the next time she made the "B" sound. The bottom lip had evidently just had a tune up because it stuck out about 1 cm further than the top.

I kept telling myself.."Smile..DONT LOOK AT THE LIPS..DONT LOOK AT THE LIPS". Now, don't get me wrong, there were some serious breastesses with nipplage all over the place but I never once had to tell myself "DONT LOOK AT THE HEADLIGHTS" because the lip thing was so over the top it was like transporting to another planet. All the women went to the same pilates class and the female instructor was there. She was dangerously fit if you know what I mean.

SG and I were talking to this smart "Swedish" guy who did not look like any Swede I ever saw and spoke slightly accented Engrish but not with a Swedish accent. It was right after the San Bernardino attack and SG starts swerving into an anti-muslim rant. I kick her under the table but it's too late. He's an "Afghani-Swede" and he rises to defend islam. [8|] of course, this doesn't stop him from powering down alcohol and checking out all the breastesses.

I don't want to give the wrong impression. It was a fun party. That's the magic of alcohol.

Parties like that make me yearn for a Yurt in the Rockies, a massive slip-fracture in the Hayward fault and an assortment of firearms with silicon-defeating ballistic tips on 'em.