PART VI - End of Trident and Blood in Africa
Authors note: Players are UK, FRA, POL, SU, GER, ITA, JAP
June 26th, 1939
Cunningham’s 4th Infantry Division fought hard in Cuxhaven. The Germans, under command of von Arnim had been attacking savagely over the river but was beaten back most of the times. The muddy beaches were littered with bodies. Cunningham actually had quite a good position with Germans only coming from one direction, and that being across the river. Thus, it was easy for him and his officers to position the men in the 4th to cover the entire river.
One of Elbes smaller river arms in Cuxhaven on a beautiful summer’s day such as the 4th Motorized experienced it.
Still, his only supply line came through Bremerhaven and battle was raging there. So far, 1st Armor and 1st Motorized Infantry kept the German armor division at bay in the forests, but even so, it was risky situation with more and more Germans closing in. Lieutenant General Wavell ordered him to fall back to Bremerhaven, and even though Cunningham could weep to leave such a great position, he did not want to get trapped. So he had to lose this day, but von Arnim had to pay dearly for the victory.
June 29th, 1939
Alas, the battleships of Royal Navy and Regia Nautica finally clashed. When it happened, Britain had the numbers on their side.
::Standing at the bridge at HMS Coventry, Captain Monaghan had the sight of his life. The darkness was lit by hundreds and hundreds of muzzle flames as huge war ships fired all their guns in the night. It was chaotic and it was difficult for him to form a decent picture of the naval battle. Never the less he ordered full speed ahead to act as part of the screen whose mission it was to protect the three battleships. On his port side, he could see in the distance, how HMS Devonshire was hit by one of the Italian battleships. Smaller blasts followed, probably from internal explosions, and Mark made the sign of the cross over his chest and mumbled a short prayer for the sake of Dovenshire’s sailors. He actually knew the captain a little - a short middle-aged man with grey whiskers who had seen World War One as a young deck officer. He hoped the old man would be okay, but doubted the old sea-bear would leave the sinking ship.::
::HMS Coventry fired the stem guns three times at the maximum distance aiming at an Italian destroyer. The destroyer evaded the grenades only to be hit a little bit later by someone else’s fire. In the end, the three Italian battleships got away, but their entire screen was sunk. Admiral Forbes continued his patrol and just a few days later, outside Tunis, some Italian submarines was found and attacked. Several were sunk. Mark realized that his transfer to the Mediterranean perhaps wasn’t such a bad idea. He really enjoyed the days at sea and the weather was fine this summer. He reckoned, as he silently pondered one morning, that he probably got to fight the Germans one day too. He doubted, somehow, that this would be a short war.::
June 30th, 1939
The German presses on around the retreating Brits. Bremerhaven is being abandoned. Broads 1st Armor Division and Cunningham’s 4th Infantry had already pulled back and Alexander’s 1st Infantry covered their backs. Further south, in Harpstedt, Brits fight a losing battle but they soon retreat as the German advance into neighboring Cloppenburg threatens to cut off the Brits.
::Richard had been fighting in the woods for about a week. Steiner’s light armor had pulled back and it was joy to be freed from those Panzerkampvagens. They had apparently been taken too much punishment. Instead, they had been fighting with more infantry. Air forces from both sides had been visible in the sky but apparently, RAF was victorious in the sky for a lot more bombs fell over the Germans than the Brits. Richard was happy over that. The sound of the screaming stukas and the whistles from their fallings bombs was even worse that the sound of squealing armor tracks. The Germans just seemed to have a tough time and couldn’t break through. Worthless bloody fascists.::
::Richard, Johnny and a couple of other lads were hanging back, a hundred yards or so behind the frontline, smoking a couple of woodbines. Dog Company had been moved closer to the coast to cover a section there, and right now they had naval artillery grenades whistling over their heads before hearing explosions amongst the Germans. It was a beautiful melody. Their mood was quite good. Even though they had now realized that they weren’t in Germany to actually win the war, they still felt they got the best of the German forces. Dog company hadn’t taken too many casualties, and instead, several of them had iron crosses, Hitler-Jugend daggers or Lugers as war-prices. Supply was coming in plenty and they didn’t have to go hungry.::
::They knew they were just covering the ass of 4th Infantry and 1st Armor and they joked a lot about being babysitters. Still, they knew that they eventually had to retreat themselves and hope that their friends repayed the courtesy. The Germans’s had reinforcement coming in. They knew that from a worn down prisoner they took on a patrol. So, soon enough their position would be a lot worse than now. As it turned out, major general Alexander made them retreat before that.::
The Germans had to pay dearly for the land they took back from the Brits. Most of the British losses came from 1st Armor, and Alexander’s 1st Infantry had just lost a few hundreds.
July 5th, 1939
With Bremerhaven down, Oldenburg was next. Cunningham’s 4th Infantry had the support of 12th and they had had a couple of days to dig down and prepare in the woodlands. This time, the attack was strong indeed and came from two directions. The Germans had really put together a powerful force to deal with the Brits. Cunningham soon got the order to abandon Oldenburg.
Sir Alan Cunningham
July 9th, 1939
Churchill described it as the big change in North Africa. Several air squadrons had left the European theatre to engage the Italians in North Africa. Leigh-Mallory’s three Hurricane squadrons based in Alexandria now conducted intercepting missions over the retreating ground troops. The Italian air force, Regia Auronatica, was unprepared for the challenge and the first bomber crews got to realize it the hard way. Several planes were shot down over the unforgiving desert. Churchill declared; In El’Alamein we will stop the Italians!
Still, the battle-weary ground troops were on full retreat.
July 9th, 1939
As the Brits retreated from Wilhelmshaven, the Germans bombed the port to pieces. No hurricanes intercepted them as they were busy in Africa, and only a few queyes could be used to unload the tired troops. Still, most troops had already be lifted out to sea and no more supply was shipped into the destroyed harbor. The German bombing was cunning, but as the Brits were leaving, it did not matter much. The port would soon be Germany's to repair.
Screen Dump from Sir Henry (Germany)
July 11th, 1939
As the last division to leave Germany was Cunningham and his 4th Infantry. They were all shipped to Portsmouth to regroup. All troops got away clean, except the renegade brigade who refused to return and took a German city in the far south and tried to hold it. It failed. Germany however, lost a division and a HQ in Wilhelmshaven. They lost a lot of men, a lot of effort and during a month a huge amount of IC, leadership and manpower belonged to UK and not Germany.
Now, it was time to focus on Italy for a while. Poland would not last, but at least the odds had been evened out a little.
July 14th, 1939
The Battle of El’Alamein has commenced. The Brits have only been retreating all along, being bombed as they went. Now, the Italians have to fight for the air space and the Hurricanes are giving them a good fight. With the Italian bombers gone, the ground troops make a brave stand. In the hot summer, with the burning sun shining down on them, they prepare to stop the Italian desert dash.
17th July, 1939
Already during the 16th, a storm blew up. The British troops were fairly consolidated and without their bombers, the Italians had lost their bite. Several of the British divisions, like the 7th armor, were in bad shape after weeks of battles. But as fresh troops came from Alexandria, they mounted a counter offensive a shocked the Italians with offensive maneuvers in the sand storm. It looked like the Italians maybe could be stopped at El’Alamein.
18th July, 1939
The Poles still hold their defense together and retreats slowly and in order. Germany’s war in the west has clearly inhibited their effectiveness in the east. At several locations, the fronts have been still, if not peaceful, for more than a week (green lines).They even had to call in the Hungarians into the war. This came as a slight chock to the Poles who struggled to contain the new front – but with obvious problems. Good news though, they just deployed a brand new light tank division (yellow ring). This will bring fear to the enemy. In the north, the Poles even pushed the weak German forces back and conquered German land. Moreover, they surrounded Lieutenant General von Leeb’s HQ which surrendered after battles against Polish revengeful militias.
Poland will still hold for some time.
18th July, 1939
In French North Africa, the Italians have been able to rush straight into the land and straight up to Tunis. The French leadership cried in alarm as the inferior resistance had difficulties to hold the city and the important port. The first army group from the German battlefield was just on their way to Alexandria. The British leadership quickly changed the order, seeing that the Italian attack-force left their backs open…
July 19th, 1939
The Brits waded ashore during the evening and three divisions immediately launched and attack into the backs of the Italians. For Broad’s 1st Armor, who about two weeks ago fought German panzers in Bremerhaven, this was a piece of cake.
However, the Italians, cut of as they were, kept on attacking Tunis. In the city, the two French HQs retreated, utterly beaten. The lone infantry division had great troubles keeping the four Italians divisions at bay.
July 20th, 1939
Just as the French defenders were about to break, the second Army Group from the Operation Trident was deployed in the port of Tunis. Alexander’s 1st Infantry Division was the first to leave the docks and secure the harbor area.
::Richard had hoped that they got to have a few days of RNR in Plymouth – but no no. They didn’t even unload their cargo. They had three hours of RNR and Richard, Johnny and Willy got a few beers at a small pub, and on their way back they manage to buy a small stock of cigarettes. That could always come in handy. Then they went onboard their refitted cargo ship. It was simply an enormous amount of quadruple iron beds standing on top of each others. It was a jungle of beds and it all smelled from sweat. They got some reinforcements too.::
::The trip was not too bad. Richard got a little seasick, and Johnny too, but as the weather was quite alright the rocking didn’t made too many throw up. But it was boring. Damn boring. At least they had a lot of smoke. They heard Alexandria was the goal, and then fighting in the desert. Richard had never been outside Britain before he rushed ashore in Germany. Going to Africa was a complete different thing. Johnny worried about that, but Richard didn’t care. Shooting Germans or Shooting Italians… What did it matter?.::
::Well. They got new orders. Suddenly, several days ahead of schedule, they got the order to prepare for battle and before they knew it they left the ship running onto a dockside that was actually under fire. One of the newbies was shot in the head straight away and stumbled off the pier with a scream and into the water. Dog Company flushed out a few Italian snipers, shot a French soldier by mistake, and then ran into solid Italian troop formations. Their Major told them that risky pushes was not necessary so they took positions in houses and made sure that their flank was covered. Richard sat by a window at the second floor in two-storey house. He had quite a good view from there. It was hot as hell and he was sweating profoundly, big as he was. Italian infantry tried to make a push and Richard fired away. He killed one and wounded another, then a grenade blast threw him to the floor. Except a gash in his cheek, he was ok, and the Italians broke of their attack.::
July 22nd, 1939
Regia Marina soon emerged at Gulf of Tunis and attacked the British fleet there. They probably wanted to rescue their badly cornered army group – but instead they ran into a joint Anglo-French fleet and a colossal naval battle was initiated.
It lasted for during the night and the morning and was so chaotic that it was difficult to get a clear picture of the success. The Brits lost a light cruiser but the Italians lost at least five minor ships.
July 25th, 1939
The Italian fleet limped into the ports of Cagliari in Sardinia, hoping to be safe. British naval bombers soon made a raid and saw several torpedoes hit targets. However, the anti aircraft fire was so strong that RAF cancelled the second run. The naval bombers, who took losses up to 30% in the one single raid, were rebased to France for repairs and reinforcement. The British leadership, however, have gotten the taste for sinking Regia Marina, and they started to make plans to be able to destroy the fleet in Cagliari…
July 26th, 1939
1 week after the English landing in Sousse, followed by the instantaneous attack in the back of the Italian aggressors, the battle was over. Four Italian divisions, of which two was motorized, surrendered. Tunis was saved. The French had paid a heavy price as most of the dead in Tunis were French staff personnel from the two HQs, who bravely sacrificed themselves. It was a great victory. Soon, two Italian HQs followed the infantrymen into imprisonment. With this, the North African west front was calm… at least for the moment.
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Next part: The Battle of El Alamain and Cagliari