Showing posts with label Eighth Army. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eighth Army. Show all posts

Saturday, November 16, 2024

Alamein

  







Montgomery, Monty, was in charge of the 8th Army

when the final, deciding conflict at Alamein began.







An 850 gun barrage erupted the night of October 23rd,

devastating Axis forward positions, manned mostly

by Italians.  More than a million rounds will sail into

a twelve mile front over the next dozen days.

Still, the British advance met stiff resistance.








Rommel's Panzer Army HQ was flying blind.

Radio jamming Wellington bombers knocked out

communication from the front.  Hitler's general's

knew there were multiple attacks, but the question 

remained, which one had the lights out punch?







 It was infantry versus infantry.  The Axis minefields

needed clearing before British armor would come

into play.  The British objective could not be reached

without the force of tanks delivering their high explosive

justice to the contents of their targeted bunkers.







There wasn't to be some brilliant end-around tactic.

It was a solid, fortified line between the sea and an

impassable salt marsh that needed to be penetrated.

There wasn't enough fuel for German armor to do

anything but sit around and wait until 

the British made a major breakthrough in the line.


The strategy was one of attrition.  Everything the

German's had as weapons, the British had twice

as much.  Men, tanks, aircraft - the numeric

advantage was overwhelming.  Logistics was 

also a deciding factor.  While Rommel's panzer 

army closely rationed fuel and ammo, the British

had unlimited use of both.


They would wear down Rommel.







Churchill insisted on Rommel's defeat before the Yanks

arrived.  It would be much easier for Vichy officials of 

French Morocco and Algeria to back the American 

invasion of their land if the Germans were 

on the run.  



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©  Tom Taylor







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Saturday, September 14, 2024

Gazala

  







  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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©  Tom Taylor






OVER  EASY



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