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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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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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Mediterranean

  

 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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