Saturday, November 9, 2024

The Tide Turns

  







German intelligence sends an urgent dispatch to Rommel.

A British convoy carrying a hundred thousand tons of 

military supplies will arrive in Alexandria in early September.

That's only a couple weeks away.  It's clear the one path

to victory is for the Afrika Korps to strike now,

before the Eighth Army takes control as the force

with overwhelming military power.







Rommel's plan relied upon his tried and true actions.

It's what got him here.  First, he strikes his opponent's

more fortified positions in the north as a distraction

while Rommel's armor swiftly turns the 8th's southern

flank.  The Brits then find Nazis attacking their back.

Panzers dash to the coast. surrounding the Eight Army.

Strangled of their supplies the war in North Africa

comes to an end for the British.







On the morning of the attack, as Axis forces assembled

their formations, a fleet of British bombers flew overhead,

dropping bombs as they breezed by.


The Brits were on to them.  So much for 

Rommel's hoped for surprise.








German armor became bogged down in unexpectedly

complex fields of mines.  They were hit with artillery

and, always, there were the bombers overhead. 

Casualties were heavy but they were making progress.

The problem was this intense fighting had put them

far behind their critical time schedule. 








When you look at it now, Rommel's plan was a 

real roll of the dice.  For starters, he had only

two days worth of petrol when he needed seven.

He had to count on unreliable sources to provide

his tanks the petrol needed to continue their attack.

Fuel was in short supply.  Delivery was sporadic.

His armored punch stumbled.









The desert became increasingly hostile 

for Rommel and his Afrika Korps.

The Americans would arrive soon.

Africa was to become even more harsh,

forbidding.  It was to be a death sentence

for Axis forces.





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©  Tom Taylor






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