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The British are once again overmatched
by Rommel's Afrika Korps despite a
valiant stand by the Commonwealth defense.
Rommel's objective is Tobruk.
The harbor there will go a long way toward
solving his supply problem. Right now all his
fuel, food and ammo come from Tripoli -
800 miles further away than Tobruk from
the Afrika Korps' front line.
The afternoon of 26 May 1942 Rommel orders
a frontal assault on a line of well-placed British
fortifications in Gazala. Defeating the enemy
is not the goal. Rather, this is a diversion.
It keeps you thinking about what's happening
in front of you.
Meanwhile...
out of the desert, off to the south,
comes a horde of Panzer tanks -
in far greater numbers than British generals
thought possible. The Brits are stunned by a right
hook, a flank attack around their best defended
outpost, Bir Hocheim, then wheels into the
Royal backyard. Their Matilda tanks all
nicely dispersed.
The matter becomes a melee.
Rommel races about the battlefield,
micromanaging as he tries to be everywhere.
The assault stalls. Casualties, heavy.
Fight, damn you.
Rommel doesn't quit.
The Free French defending Sidi Muftoh from
Rommel's onslaught, hold out for three days
before being swept from further consideration.
British resistance only increases.
The German armored punch is slowing.
Will the Afrika Korps reach Tobruk?
What will be left of it if it does?
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OVER EASY
The climatic face off between Rommel's Afrika Korps
and Montgomery's 8th Army was at El Alamein,
1400 miles from Tripoli where Rommel's supplies
arrive from Italy - supplies that must first survive
air and sea attacks launched from the British
island of Malta.
No one beats Rommel in understanding desert warfare.
He makes brilliant use of his armor. Victories enable
him to ignore a fundamental rule of logistics:
You can't use what you don't have.
Everything Rommel needs come from Italy.
Royal Navy subs operate out of Malta.
So do RAF fighters and bombers.
There are months where no more than half
the supplies made it to Tripoli.
Desperately needed new tanks, trucks,
weapons, ammunition and fuel, all now
on the ocean's bottom.
Bombing Malta doesn't solve the problem.
Maybe invading the island with an amphibious
assault would be worth the high risk.
Rommel and his two German divisions in Libya
are a side show to the Hitler's main event:
Russia.
No one matched Rommel in battle.
They didn't need to. His amazing tanks sat idle
everywhere, out of gas. Trucks worn out.
Troops weak with dysentery.
Maybe we should tell Hitler about our problems.
Maybe not. The Fuhrer's main event seems to be
going not quite as planned.
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OVER EASY