The Wind And The Lion - Recon 2014
This game was run at the HMGS-South's Recon 2014 convention in Orlando Fl. on April 24
th to the 27
th, 2014. Here's the convention link.
http://www.hmgs-south.com.
The battle we played is the final engagement of the
movie where the US Marines attempt to return Mrs. Pedecaris to America and the
Riffian Berbers attempt to free the Raisuli while the Bashaw's forces and their
German and French allies try to prevent his liberation.
As you have probably figured out by now we are HUGE fans of the rules set, The Sword And The
Flame, we have used the TSATF 20th anniversary edition in 25/28mm scale for this game. A recent post on TMP about this game prompted this blog entry. One of my club mates Bob wrote up a great AAR for this game so I have decided to use his version of the battle to tell the story. I have asked other players if they wish to write up their own AAR and if it happens I will post those AAR's as well. I have added pictures to the AAR which show the details described. I know Nick and I had as much fun running this game as the players did playing it. We have been asked to run the game again, and we will at Hurricon 2014. Please see the above attached link for details of the con.
Morocco 1904 – a small village S.W. of Rabat
All is quite in the vill during the early afternoon heat. The garrison goes about their daily duties as if nothing is about to happen. A sentry on the perimeter is alerted to a faint rumbling coming from out in the desert. He climbs to the roof of a flat topped bldg. on the outskirts of the vill. A dark wave with a huge dust cloud seems to be approaching. Is it a storm, one of the hot desert winds, what could it be? As the sound get louder an officer climbs up next to the sentry and looks through his binoculars, Alarm, stehen auf, Feind näher! Bringen Sie die Waffen! The Berbers descend upon the vill, the battle begins...
What follows is an AAR by Bob Walton with a few comments by me under some of the photos.
An AAR by Bob Walton:
Herewith,
my after action report from an earlier e-mail to HMGS South. Jeff will be
running this again at Hurricon 2014 in September (Orlando).
"La
pièce de résistance was Jeff Baumal's rendition of "The Wind and the
Lion", along with assistance and figures from Nick. This movie has to be
one of the best films for us history/action junkies, if perhaps one of the
least known. If you have not seen it, rent it or buy it. Now. Soundtrack is
awesome. Yes, I brought the CD but no one had a CD player. Can anyone spell
MP3? Apparently not an old fart like me.
The
basis (very loosely) of the film is the Pedicaris Affair in 1904. On May 18,
the Raisuli, a Berber chieftain, kidnaps the supposed US citizen Pedicaris from
Tangiers and demands $70,000 USD (economic power value of that income or wealth is
~$45,300,000.00 in 2013 dollars!) in ransom and extensive political powers. On
May 20, six American heavy cruisers and the British battleship HMS Prince of
Wales are ordered to Tangiers. The Raisuli was unimpressed (of course, he's
played by Sean Connery, a strange casting call but one that [mostly] works). On
June 22, the American government sends the dramatic cable "We want
Pedicaris alive or Raisuli dead." (note that it's an election year in the
US). Thus setting the stage…
Jeff
had set up a very nice TSATF 28mm recreation of the village battle near the end
of the film in which…wait, spoilers…the Raisuli was held captive. In play are
American Marines there to rescue Mrs. Pedicaris and her two children; the
Germans were there, along with the Basheer's Guard, to keep the Raisuli
"from harm" (aka captive); the French (a cavalry unit allied with the
Germans…wait, what?), and of course hordes of Berber cavalry mad with rage and
intent upon rescuing their leader, "Mulay Ahmed Muhamed Raisuli the
Magnificent, Sherif of the Riffian Berbers". [Yes, I have watched the film
too many times.] The Berber cavalry come charging across the open desert in
mass, screaming and waving their spears, swords and rifles when BOOM!, the
German 77mm opens up, tearing holes in the advancing heathen (12 D20s if you
are curious).
As
the Berber horsemen approach the outlying wall, the German infantry along the
inside hold, and extract their pound of flesh from the horde in a firing line,
then the Berbers hit home in melee. The German lads still hold their own (for
the moment), but already Berber cavalry stream in over the wall on the right as
horses come jumping in over the dying Soldaten…only to be met with another
BOOM! from the other 77mm on the German right, blasting a gaping hole in their
advancing cavalry. The first wave is grinding to a halt but for every Berber
killed another spawns, so more units come in off the desert through the sand
and smoke and haze of blood.
And
then we have some spectacle. The French. Ah the French. They have been milling
about deciding what to do, que devons-nous faire?, and with a blare of shiny
trumpets, the impeccably uniformed horsemen begin pouring out of a gap in the
wall on the Berber right with cries of vive la France! The Berbers are not
quite sure what to make of them, and simply charge by. The French appear to be
content to watch them do it, and continue their parade maneuvers.
Meanwhile, the US Marines are leading Mrs. Pedicaris (or is it the other way around?!) to where the Raisuli is held prisoner. Not wanting an international incident, neither the Germans nor the Marines fire on the other, but watch each other tensely, as do the Basheer's Guard alongside their Pickelhauben Brüder. Who is on who's side here anyway? Ach du lieber!
The
Berber onslaught continues as the Germans "advance to the rear" in
good order, making morale roles and holding their own against the rising tide
(but seeing the inevitable end). In a truly remarkable "movie
moment", the Berbers charge full tilt into the German gun on the right. In
a furious melee, the Germans hold their own until no one is left but the
officer in charge of the German gun, who, still facing several Berber horsemen,
manages in melee to dispatch not one, not two, not three but all four remaining
Berbers, firing away with his Luger (and perhaps a borrowed Mauser C96 in his
other hand!). The smoke clears and his team returns to the gun, which retires
to a protected arch to take on the next wave. The Germans cry "Für den
Kaiser!"
Then
the Marines line up behind the German gun in support of..no..wait…BLAM! The
Marines fire point blank into the German gun crew!! Was zum Teufel?! Sie sind
alle verrückt? Where is the honor?! Wounded, surrounded by the dead gunners,
our gallant German officer is carried from the field. Ein Eisenkreuz für diesen
Mann!
Gloves
off now, the Marines and Germans go at it, but with a new, covert contingent of
Berbers piling in through an unguarded gate in the rear to aid in releasing the
Raisuli, and Berber cavalry now flowing in unchecked from the front, the end is
nigh. The Germans and their allies have made it to turn 10 but the situation is
deteriorating too quickly to hold on any longer.
The jail is attacked as Major Faust cowers behind the sand bagged position!
Berber cavalry closes in on the jail compound while being shelled by a German gun and being fired at by German Marines.
The Marines have captured the right flank German gun and have turned it against the left flank gun!
The Germans and Bashaw's troops are surrounded.
But
wait, the French! Where are the French cavalry? It's our only chance to last
even one more turn (and meet German Victory Conditions). All heads turn, and
watch, stunned, as out on the open desert, cantering in parade fashion, the
French are riding away from the battle! Without firing a shot, drawing a saber
or taking a casualty – and especially without soiling their uniforms – the
French officer declares a major French victory for France and rides off into
the sands.
Alle
Hoffnung verloren, the Germans and their remaining allies collapse under the
horde. The German commander aims his Mauser C96 at the Raisuli but instead
fires in the air, showing his respect. Sensing the tide is totally turned, the
remaining Basheer Guard look about and wisely fire into the air as well, in
celebration of their Riffian Berber leader's freedom (as opposed to firing into
the Raisuli as originally intended…).
The
Raisuli rides by Mrs. Pedcaris' boy and takes an upheld rifle from his stunned
arms, escaping on his horse (cue ululating in the background from the women).
The battle is done – the German Empire will not win Morocco, Mrs. Pedicaris and
her children are safe and the world is free for democracy once again. At least
until 1914…
Meanwhile,
the French unit is lost in the desert, never seen nor heard from again. Perhaps
not coincidentally, soon after a little cafe and bar is established at 248 Rue
Sour Jdid, in Casablanca…"
The right flank gun has pulled back to the arch for cover after defeating the Berber cavalry in a brutal melee where the gunner officer was the last man standing to his gun, pouting accurate close range fire into the attacking mass. He was awarded the Iron Cross in hospital several weeks later.
Wait for it...........
The Marines take positions in the vill as they try to outflank the Germans and the Bashaw's troops guarding the Raisuli in the jail.
Custom made wooden game markers by "Last Stand Dan"!
Left Flank German K17 Gun and Crew prepare to fire into the advancing horde.
Right flank village tower made from foam core and wood filler.
