Saturday, September 21, 2024

Ritchie

  







General Ritchie, commander of the British 8th Army,

was cut off from his men and had no idea what had

happened to them nor did he know the direction of

his attackers.









About 1530 hours that afternoon a British patrol

of armored cars caught sight of an enormous 

formation of German tanks speeding south towards

Bir Hacheim.  The reconnaissance unit radioed HQ

with their report.  They transmitted their warning 

every half hour without a single message received

in response.  No one was listening to the radio.

A monitor had never been assigned.


 








The British troops were enjoying a glorious morning in May.

They sat about and leisurely ate their late breakfast.

The first sign of trouble was the frantic firing of a guard,

quickly followed by the sound of earth rumbling and a dust

cloud made from hundreds of tanks headed their way.







Brigades of British armor were quickly eliminated.

Ritchie had ignored the warning from Cairo to 

concentrate his tanks.  These pockets of armor,

scattered miles apart, were small bites easily  

swallowed.








Despite this catastrophe the British fought on courageously.

Opposing forces became hopelessly intertangled.

Both Ritchie and Rommel were now without the 

ability to command.  The Afrika Korps was battled

to a standstill.








Rommel's tank force was now prostrate - without fuel.

His supplies couldn't keep up and were forced to halt,

unprotected, many miles to the south.


Ritchie did nothing in response.  He couldn't.

He didn't know.  His HQ was too far removed

from events for him to have any accurate idea

as to what was going on.


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©  Tom Taylor








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