F or the almost 20 years that she lived in Mexico, one of my late mother's Irish friends frequently mentioned having a "No Day." A day with no social obligations, chores, tasks, or other work that interfered with whatever personal interests took one's fancy on the day in question. Since today -- a gray and chilly Saturday -- is Mom's birthday, the Grand Duchess is out with friends, and the Young Master is ensconced on the sofa in the TV room with a cold, yours truly is taking his own such No Day. I think Mom would approve of my decision to make the world go away, as the old Eddie Arnold song intoned, even if only for a little while. So, I will spend Saturday afternoon focused on that first squadron and small regimental staff of Eureka Saxon cuirassiers. These have stood waiting untouched over on the painting table for almost three weeks while we skied and otherwise gadded about with snowy, winter outdoor activities. I hope to share a painting update Sunday a
Well, Move Five began well enough for Colonel von Grundig, whose squadron of 4th Dragoons galloped back through Pickelhaubewicz, coming into contact with Zichenau's 11th Hussars, meaning a second cavalry melee is in store.
But on the southern edge of the village, things were not so good. As you can see, Major von Hirschbiegel marched his Irish Grenzers into town, exposing the Stollenian dragoons to flanking fire from several marksmen.
Finally, Zichenau's Grenadiere zu Pferd galloped between Pickelhaubewicz and the copse immediately to its south, cutting off the 4th Dragoons from their infantry and artillery supports, which are still moving up the road that approaches from the southeast. Needless to say, a sick feeling immediately came over Colonel von Grundig when he recognized how the tactical situation had changed in the blink of an eye!
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Solution . . . route the Hussars and pursue them beyond the city limits.
Now the question is "will the dice comply with this course of action?
-- Jeff