So we were having a nice dinner when my wife says “I know I suggested we could play cards tonight but let’s play a wargame”
I sputtered, bits of food came out of the mouth, my jaw remained slack, my brain unable to compute. I just stared at her in numb confusion.
“Yes, really” she merely confirmed. “But something simple. I don’t want to spend the entire night for you setting it up.”, she said with a grin.
The rest of the meal, I was trying to think of simple rules, simple scenario, easy set up. After finally settling on the game and stating so, she says,”Perhaps What a Tanker?” I had not even thought of THAT one! Brilliant suggestion. I then had an inner voice debate on how the heck she came up with that. I thought she never listened to me as I rambled on……
Dishes cleared, I put down my ashen snow mat and a couple of terrain pieces on the table. “Dictatorial Fascist German or Dictatorial Communist Russian?”, I ask her. So I brought out a nice Pzkw III for her, and a rather poorer T-26 for myself.
To compensate for her confusion about which dice are for which action, her dice rolling was very good as each turn’s rolls usually had a good combination including the always useful ‘6’ Wild. While a bit frustrated with the jargon (“Two d six? You just said I need a seven!”) she began to be more tactically aggressive. “Yes, I want to shoot you from the flank. Better yes?” she would state. “But if you do not roll high enough to reach that position, you will need to turn your Wild to a Move dice thereby not able to change it into a Reload for another shot at me”, I dutifully explain. “I will do it anyway”, she firmly confirms as she then rolls 11 on the dice gaining the position easily; fires her two shots into my side causing my Command Dice to run out and thus my crew legs it, abandoning the shot ridden Russian hunk of junk.
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| Earlier in the contest, my poor T-26 had a nice flank shot but....couldn't roll enough for it. The Wife had no problems with the dice or Command. |