Friday, 2 February 2018

Toastrack RNAS and the Bordello Incident

A game of Wings of Glory using the Standard Rules. With due acknowledgement to Grimjack of the LAF as creator of Sub-Lieutenant Toastrack RNAS.
The scenario is that one of the British aircraft has a camera and must take a photograph of the target by stalling his aircraft within short-range of the target. The Germans must prevent this from happening or down the camera aircraft before it returns to base.

Colonel W. T. F. Kenwood-Chef DFC entered the pilots mess of No. 46 Squadron early that fateful morning. It was a dull and misty morning with rain forecast over the Ypres region all day. Roger Toastrack had a serious hang-over and was concentrating on keeping greasy fried eggs in their current location, rather than allowing them to make a re-appearance on his breakfast plate. Flight Lieutenant Gubber had snitched a parcel sausage-side and gone goose over stumps frog-side and 46 had held their traditional wake for a departed pilot.

Toastrack had been on attachment to 46 Squadron for some time trying to pass on his legendary skills at advanced navigation to a load of pongoes. A hopeless task, he felt.

“Ah, Toastrack,” boomed Kenwood-Chef. Toastrack’s head-ache was not improved by the foghorn-like tones of Kenwood-Chef’s normal speaking voice. “Got a little job for you this morning, I want you to rendezvous with a reccy bod and escort him over the lines to Roulers. The Château de Rumbeke to be precise.”


“Belgian partisans report intense activity with high-ranking German officers toing and froing constantly. Top brass wants to know what the devil’s going on. Off you pop, there’s a good chap.”
That’s how Roger Toastrack found himself at 10,000 feet with a wintry dawn about to rise, flying his Sopwith Camel and waiting to rendezvous with a ‘reccy bod’. The ‘bod’ duly arrived in an Airco DH.2 fitted out with an aerial camera of the latest design. Top brass wanted plenty of photographs. The pilot was none other than Lieutenant The Honourable George Colthurst St. Barleigh MC.


George was an old school chum from Roger’s days at St. Cakes School. Happier times before the war, under the stern and forbidding eye of the headmaster, Mr. R. J. Kipling BA.


Meanwhile, over the other side of the lines all is not well. Manfred von Richthofen has been briefed on Jasta 11’s latest mission by none other than Erich von Falkenhayn himself. Lothar, Manfred’s younger brother can see that Manfred is not happy about the mission.
“Those imbeciles at the High Command want us to fly round-the-clock protection over the Château de Rumbeke”, expostulated Manfred. “….and do you know what is the reason for this? A high-class bordello has been set up there for high-ranking officers and they are concerned that the Britishers may try and bomb the chateau and wipe out the whole command! Bloody good luck to them, I say!”
Manfred and Lothar find themselves patrolling the skies above the Château de Rumbeke and out of boredom are indulging in some aerobatics.


Then Manfred sees two specks approaching from the British lines. Signalling Lothar to continue the patrol, Manfred von Richthofen turns his bright red Dr.1 towards the enemy.


Approaching Roulers, Toastrack espies probable German aircraft and alters course to investigate. George makes adjustments to his course to head directly for the chateau and obtain the much-needed photographs. If he could be heard above the roar of the Gnome Monosoupape rotary engine, you would be able to hear him whistling the tune of Camptown Races.


Initially, Toastrack moves out of Manfred’s line of fire. Then both pilots circle around to get in a firing position. George bravely flies on alone towards the chateau. Lothar, seeing combat is about to commence, carries out an Immelman turn and head towards the action.


Manfred and Toastrack open fire at the same time at short range. Both cause severe damage to the others aircraft and both pilots are wounded. As Lothar turns to enter the fray he crosses the nose of George’s Airco and George opens up with the Lewis. Lothar’s engine is damaged but he is still able to fly.


George then crosses Lothar’s sights and takes some structural damage to the Airco. Undeterred, George maintains his steady course towards the target. Manfred side-slips the Dr.1 and Toastrack performs an Immelman, leaving them both unable to fire at each other.


George is now positioning himself for the photo run over the chateau. Toastrack, thinking of the mission, tries to break contact with Manfred’s Fokker and flies to engage Lothar to keep him off George’s back. Manfred, diving Toastrack’s intentions correctly, performs an Immelman putting himself in a perfect position, right on Toastrack’s tail. Unfortunately for Manfred, just out of range for his twin Spandaus.


Lothar, seeing the Honourable George slipping past him, also performs an Immelman and tries to manoeuvre himself into a firing position. Unfortunately for Lothar, he crosses Toastrack’s sights. Toastrack opens up with his twin Vickers. Lothar’s engine is hit again and the yellow Fokker spirals down to the ground, out of control.


As Lothar is going down in an uncontrollable spin, George stalls the Airco over the chateau and gets a lovely series of photographs of staff cars unloading a series of high-ranking army officers. He wonders what the Germans are planning. Maybe a big new offensive? George performs an Immelman and plots a direct course for home, tea and medals.


Manfred, having watched his younger brother shot out of the sky is out for revenge. Banking right, he unleashes a long burst from the twin Spandaus and has the satisfaction of seeing Toastrack’s Camel erupt into flames. “Buggery, bollocks,” ejaculates Toastrack, “I’m in the soup now!”.


Manfred now flies too close to Toastrack’s Camel to shoot at him and instead fires at George who is still pushing the Airco flat out for home. Luckily for George there is no damage to his aircraft, but he pluckily returns fire with his Lewis and Manfred’s rudder jams.


To avoid mid-air collisions, Toastrack banks left of George and Manfred banks right. As Toastrack and George pass they exchange cheery waves. Not a very cheery wave from the Red Baron though.


Toastrack now finds that his Camel won’t fly straight and nearly collides with the Fokker.


Manfred performs an Immelman turn and once again hits Toastrack’s Camel with his machine-guns. To George’s horrified gaze, the Camel explodes in mid-air.



George is now in a very sticky situation, probably the stickiest situation since Sticky the Stick Insect got stuck on a sticky bun. He needs to get the Airco and its precious cargo of photographs back to safety but the Red Baron’s Dr.1 is a faster machine. George has a head start on him but will it be enough? George flies straight and true and as the minutes tick by, it looks like he’s going to get the tea and medals after all.


As George nurses the Airco back over his own lines, Manfred is forced to turn back due to the intensity of the Allied ack-ack. Good old George!



DE-BRIEFING


There was 1 point awarded for an enemy aircraft exiting the game. 2 points for each enemy aircraft shot down. There was -1 point for having one of your own aircraft shot down and an aircraft exiting from it’s starting side with the photographs earns 2 points.
Thus, the game concluded with an allied victory of 3 points to 1.
We await with bated breath to see if Lothar and Toastrack escaped death to fight another day.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Tip top stuff!

Vagabond said...

Excellent report so far Mi Lord. The stands you are using can you change the height of the plane by adding rods? If so what diameter are the pins on the top.
I have some ww1 aircraft probably 1/300 scale and have a bit of wire stuck in their bottom. They can't touch you for it you know, but I would be looking for a pin dia of about 2mm.

Martin Thornton said...

Thanks Roy. I am about to add the finale this morning.

Vagabond, I'll drop you an e-mail about the pins but I am led to believe that Wings of Glory WWI planes are 1/144 and WWII are 1/200. Still, I'll do some measuring.

Anonymous said...

Haha! I've just read the conclusion to the tale. Brilliant!

I've a couple of the Wings of War German aeroplanes but missed the first game with my local group when they played, so am still to give Wings of Glory a go :(

If the touring Wings of War Aerodrome is putting on a game at Hammerhead show, in March, I might just have to see if I can bag a participating seat and join in on the fun.

Martin Thornton said...

Yes, you should get a game as soon as you can, it's great fun. Easy to understand the rules but quite tricky to manoeuvre your crate into a firing position.

Vagabond said...

Good Man - Thanks

What happened to Toastrack, tell me he had a parachute! I'm not sure I like these games where the hero goes down in a ball of flame.

Vagabond said...

Sorry meant to say a jolly spiffing conclusion to the game apart from Toastrack, and I always liked Lothar, an evil name if ever there was one. Ha Ha in an evil tone.

Martin Thornton said...

We are still awaiting any news of Toastrack at 46 Squadron. Fingers, crossed, I can't believe the great man is gone! Up to the last minute I thought he'd get the Camel home somehow, but he had 10 damage on a an aircraft of 13 strength and then I drew the explosion card!

Renaissance Dabbler said...

Correct me if I'm wrong, Vagas old boy (I know you will), but I think the use of those parachute thingies is restricted to the balloon blighters.

Martin Thornton said...

The Air Board did say “It is the opinion of the board that the presence of such an apparatus [the parachute] might impair the fighting spirit of pilots and cause them to abandon machines which might otherwise be capable of returning to base for repair”!

Unknown said...

Very snappy dialogue Mad Lord to go with a fun AAR!
Lon (Marianas Gamer)

Martin Thornton said...

Hi Lon, great to hear from you. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers

Anonymous said...

My pennies were on the long haired filly in the chateau. Pennies on the pound I'm told. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go whistle that damn tune of Camptown Races that's stuck in my head. Great game by the way Snappy.

Martin Thornton said...

Thank you, my friend.