The small farm as yet untouched by war.
The lead section of Canadians and a 2" mortar team crept towards the farm.
Another section sprinted past them to occupy the small barn.
On the other side, the Hitlerjugend arrived. Some advanced up the road while others moved forward behind bocage and tall trees.
A Canadian sniper teams hustled to the left flank for a look-see.
Another section reached the farm and double-timed it onto their right flank.
Untersturmführer Fritz growled at his young men to hurry their asses up and they complied. A quick dash brought them to the stout walls of the farm and their FO raced up the flight of stairs to the second story.
Across the way, Lieutenant T. Horton advanced to the high wall and peeked over for a better look of the courtyard.
Right about then all hell broke loose. Firing broke out between the two farm buildings and the road leading into them became a shooting gallery as Germans in the taller building and up the road behind the hedges spotted the Canadians.
The flanking section formed up, began trading fire with the Germans in the taller building and prepared to tee off an assault to root them out.
The German FO spotted the Canadians
from an upper story window and called in an accurate artillery barrage that caused the Canadians to go to ground but luckily without any
casualties.
On the Canadian left, the sniper team
sighted a squad of Hitlerjugend creeping forward through the high
wheat and a few well-placed shots killed their machinegun team.
The German squad pressed on and in a
fury of return fire eliminated first the spotter then the sniper
himself.
Under accurate small arms fire from the farm
buildings, the Reginas for the moment faltered on the road and an unfortunate incident of friendly fire among them made
things worse.
All the while, the Canadian section inside the small
barn was exchanging close range fire with the Germans in the adjacent
building until a determined assault from the Jerries evicted them from
their objective.
With casualties mounting and daylight
running out, the Reginas fixed bayonets and barreled through the
high hedge to assault the now depleted SS at the objective.
Gallant though the effort was, they
found the young defenders a tough nut to crack and were
driven back with heavy loss. Thereafter, the Reginas pulled back
to their own lines to lick their wounds while the Germans
consolidated their new hold on the farm.
We had a fun first go at Bolt Action. Laughs were had, tears were shed and hard lessons learned. Stay tuned for Part Two.
