A very nicely executed pair of models Dougie. I often visit the Tank Museum at Bovington where they have a captured AML90 as an exhibit. FIBUA in Stanley sends a shiver up the spine. Milan Platoons and CVRTs to the fore. Aye, Rusty.
Thanks Rusty, I retire in 10 months, from my current job anyhow, and the Tank museum is one of the places I'll be visiting, its just a long trek from up here. Should be able to farm the wife out to a local shopping centre! I often think of the "What if" FIBUA scenarios, I'm sure the Green-Eyed boys would have excelled ;) Dougie
I've just had a conversation with my wife about retirement to learn that she doesn't anticipate me retiring at any point. This was a bit of an unpleasant surprise as I have long imagined all the research, battlefield tours and painting I will be able to do without work getting in the way! If you do look to get down to Bovington, if you like, let me know and I can meet up with you as it is only an hour or so away from me. An excellent day out. On the FIBUA front, I agree that Paras are the natural choice. Bags of snot and aggression! Aye, Rusty.
Rusty, that sounds like a cracking idea, may have to have a pint as well! Re the retirement, I'm in a very fortunate position were with my pension I don't need to work, my wife teaches and loves her job so she'll be staying at work, I'll probably look for something part time just to boost it up. I'm very very tempted to revisit the Falklands, my wife doesn't want to go so may be looking for an oppo!Later, Dougie
I reckon with all the cavalry down at Royal Armoured Corps, we might be drinking pints of regimental cocktails! I recall going through the Bovington Battlegroup Trainer when they attached a troop of 14/20th Hussar Challengers to our Infantry Battlegroup so that we formed a more "crunchy" speed-bump for the red hordes pouring through the Dorset Gap. The DS Staff tipped wheelbarrow-fulls of Russian armour onto the map board as we did our best with bricks, bayonets and LAW-80. We were dying on our ar**s being over-run, when the Challenger Troop Commander eventually chirped up on the radio with a cut glass accent to let everyone know he had at last spotted the enemy (they were driving over the top of us at the time) and was engaging with "withering fire." I remember everyone thinking it was nice of him to turn up as we reached for our Tactical Aide Memoires to look up the definition of "withering fire" in the fire-control terminology section. Priceless. If they recommission the Canberra, count me in for the Falklands trip! Aye Rusty.