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2018 - June - Any Campaign/Battle (land, air or sea) during 1941-1942 (inclusive)
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One of the finest books I've ever read about the Siege of Malta.









Rick Atkinson is a master of research and story telling.

I'd be keen to hear your thoughts on the book Dimitri, I still haven't read my copy.


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Nice list of titles Marc, which one are you starting off with?


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I think I'll end up reading them in the order I listed them.


I think you will still enjoy "Fortress Malta" Liz, its a pretty good book.






Another excellent choice James!




A bit more detail on a story I first read in



Good read so far, especially since I have not read much about the New Zealand Army during World War II, aside from the Battle of Crete.


"The problems were that the Finns still knew nothing about the plans, and that the map didn't match the terrain. The officers sitting behind desks in Berlin interpreted vague lines on the maps as passable roads. In reality, they represented old reindeer tracks, telegraph lines and former boundaries. The hill ranges between Petsamo and Murmansk stood only 300-400 metres above sea level, but the vegetation resembled what could be found at 2,000-3,000 metres in the Alps. The landscape was tundra scored with ravines, ice-cold rivers and lakes. The contrasts were fierce. The temperature could rise above 30°C in summer and fall below -40°C in winter. In the two Soviet divisions which had advanced from Petsamo towards Lappland in the Winter War, 22,000 Red Guards had sustained frostbite. The remaining combat-worthy troops had been held in check by a small but hardy Finnish battalion."
Some more details on this German offensive:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operati...
http://nationalinterest.org/blog/the-...


"The losses had reached frightening levels. Up to 12 August the 2nd Mountain Division alone had 671 dead, 151 missing and 2,257 wounded. This amounted to 3,079 men, 36 per cent of the fighting force, the highest losses among the divisions operating on the Eastern Front in the summer of 1941."

http://news.bbc.co.uk/local/hampshire...


In an echo of the First World War, the besieged formed a strangely comradely relationship with the besiegers as though, despite knowing they would kill and he killed, they had a common bond through sharing the same ghastly rituals of war; mutual hatred was notable by its absence. Sergeant Bolzano, serving in the Afrikakorps, described an occasion when his unit was laying mines around the perimeter. In the darkness, he heard a voice say, ’What are you doing here?’ One of his men replied ’We are laying mines.’ The British soldier answered, ’That’s exactly what we are doing.’ According to Bolzano, both sides went on laying mines, not shooting at each other; and left at the end.
The Aussies in Tobruk had a tough reputation:
After four months bearing the brunt of the siege, the Australians had acquired a powerful reputation for bloody-minded fearlessness. ’They were quite different to British troops. They were much more dedicated soldiers ...’ commented Brian Wyldbore-Smith, a British staff officer based in Tobruk who could not resist adding with the prejudice of his rank and class, ’They were a pretty rough lot. Many of them were ex-jailbirds and convicts.’ Whether there was any truth in this smear, the Australians were renowned for an egalitarian disregard of hierarchy, a trait which was widely admired by the British rank and file, though not by their superiors. Wyldbore-Smith, for example, observed with anxious disapproval, “They hadn’t got much use for their officers. They clipped their officers over the head every now and then.”


Uh-oh...ex-jailbirds and convicts!


Brigadier James Hargest has been captured by the Germans and comes face to face with Erwin Rommel:
When he (Rommel) sent for Hargest, the latter bowed, but did not salute, which clearly did not please Rommel.
'I replied that I intended no discourtesy, but I was in the habit of saluting only my seniors in our own or Allied armies. I was in the wrong, of course, but had to stick to my point. It did not prevent him from congratulating me on the fighting quality of my men. "They fight well," he said.
"Yes, they fight well," I replied "but your tanks were too powerful for us."
"But you also have tanks."
"Yes, but not here, as you can see."
"Perhaps my men are superior to yours."
"You know that is not correct."
Confusion on the battlefield was very common in desert, and this story of a major with a tank unit pursuing German armored cars illustrates this clearly. It was published in a newspaper in November, 1941.
"The unit had reached British headquarters. The major said that since leaving Sidi Rezegh he had crossed four different British and German lines. 'The forces seem interwoven everywhere,' he said. 'One moment we seemed to be cutting them off and the next moment they seemed to be doing the same to us. I saw British in German vehicles and Germans in British. The only people you can recognize are the Bedouins, and you can't be sure of them.'"

Rick, sometimes coinky-dink just isn't your mate. John Jackson, CO of 75 Squadron, while he was serving in the Western Desert:
"He was fond of typical Australian larrikinism also. At one time, 3 Squadron was known by its simple but descriptive nickname, ‘hydraulic’, in that it could apparently ‘lift anything’, and Jackson played his part in upholding the unit’s traditions. Once, he managed to obtain a car that had been spirited away from outside Cairo HQ, and was mortified when the rightful owner turned up to take it back , despite Jackson claiming to have painted it three different colours."
Some days it's just best to roll with it...


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Good post Marc.

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Destiny in the Desert: The Story Behind El Alamein - the Battle That Turned the Tide is really the story of the North African campaign from the strategic-political level of generals and politicians, not much from the soldiers in the field. Nevertheless it is fascinating. Dimbleby paints such a picture of almost continuous defeats prior to El Alamein.



"At this point the true state of the Kittyhawks they would be taking into action in New Guinea was revealed. Having been transported across the Pacific in crates on the open decks of ships, many of the Kittyhawks’ half-inch guns were rusted and had to be re-honed by the armourers, who complained that there was not nearly enough ammunition to do so properly. The Americans, pointed out one of Jeffrey’s armourers, were allotted 200 rounds per gun to ‘shoot them in’, while the Australians were expected ‘to merely hone the locks and trust to luck’. The armourers got their 200 rounds, but this meant there was virtually nothing left for the pilots to practise with. ‘I know that I had never fired all the guns,’ said John Pettett. ‘I fired four guns at one time – only once on shadow firing – but the first time I used the whole six guns was against a Zero.’"
Not only that, but
"Michael Butler recalls that not simply the radios but the aerials were not up to scratch. ‘The receiving aerial,’he says, went from the wingtip to the tailplane and as soon as you got to a speed over around 250 miles an hour, bang, it would break and when you’d come down they’d fix it and put a new one on or something and away you’d go again. Next time, as soon as you get over that speed, bang. It seemed a simple thing to fix, and how helpful it would have been to have had radio to call up somebody if you were in trouble.'"


"This cursory period of training went on, when it could, still taking its toll. On 13 March, Sergeant Bink Davies made a tail-up landing according to the new doctrine of ‘driving’ the aircraft down on its two main wheels, but lost control of the aircraft on the runway. One wing stalled, dropped to the ground, and dragged his Kittyhawk violently to port. Davies vainly tried to correct by applying power, but his undercarriage collapsed, tearing through the underside of the wings. As the plane skidded finally to a halt, the watching ground crew knew immediately it was a write -off. Davies was lucky to be uninjured, but his recollections of the incident illustrated the young pilot’s lack of experience. 'I was excused when Jeffrey found I had been trained on Ansons at Service Flying Training School, been sent to Fighter Operational Training Unit at Nhill where I got only about eight hours on Wirraways, then to Williamtown to the 9th Pursuit Squadron USAAC to convert to Kittyhawks, getting only three flights totalling less than three hours.'
Five days later, another of the precious Kittyhawks was badly damaged, again in a landing mishap, when piloted by Sergeant Brown. Little wonder that, in a sober assessment of his pilots’ skills on the eve of their departure to Port Moresby, Turnbull wrote to North East Area Command:
'On the whole, the standard of flying in 75 Squadron was high, but signs of under-confidence showed up in the pilots with less than 100 hours on the Wirraway type of aircraft. This would not have occurred had the pilots been allowed time for training… they were not up to operational standard.'
He assessed that ten of his pilots had less than ten hours’ flying time on the Kittyhawk before being expected to face combat.


Hahaha Liz I just picked that up a hard cover copy at a garage sale still in it packaging on saturday cost me $5 bargain I thought... it my choice for this months read!! I hope you find a copy!

Hahaha Liz I just picked that up a hard cover copy..."
Nice! Hope you enjoy. Look forward to your review.

But of trouble with the advance flight arriving at Seven Mile (apparently no-one thought to warn the Army), only a few bullet holes and no lasting harm. Then the daily Japanese reconnaissance flight shows up:
"Two of the four damaged Kittyhawks were quickly patched up, and Flying Officer Wilbur Wackett and his wingman, Barry Cox, took off on 75’ s first combat sortie. The short but fiery spectacle that followed, played out over the natural arena of Moresby Harbour, electrified the weary garrison, whose defenders had come to believe they would never see the day. Confident the skies were still undefended, the Japanese pilot commenced his photo run at the low altitude of 10,000 feet, unaware that he had been spotted below by Cox and Wackett, who were now desperately climbing through the 4000 foot gap that separated them. Giving their Kittyhawks everything to make up the distance before the Japanese bomber turned and headed for home, the two attackers caught it, levelled out and commenced a classic ‘stern and quarter’ attack. One can only imagine the ghastly surprise of the Japanese crew, realising they were suddenly under fighter attack in these hitherto undefended skies. The Sally skidded evasively as Cox and Wackett each gave the aircraft ten separate bursts from their combined twelve half-inch guns, a single bullet from which could easily punch a fist-sized hole through the Japanese aircraft’s thin aluminium skin . The bomb doors were hurled open, and the load jettisoned. The doors themselves, noted the pilots, remained open. In vain, the Sally sought the cover of clouds . Cox fired into the port engine while Wackett concentrated on the starboard. Soon after lining up his aircraft behind the motors and pressing the firing button on his control stick, Cox noticed parts fly off the Japanese bomber, and smoke and oil reach back to him in a long dirty trail as the aircraft began to fly more erratically. The Sally rapidly lost height. Neither Cox nor Wackett had any idea of the spectacle they were creating for the hundreds of delighted men observing below...
Above, Wackett and Cox were closing in on the Japanese bomber, now entering a death dive, and a fire was observed spreading through its fuselage. With another shot, Wackett delivered the coup de grace. At about 500 feet above the water, a couple of miles west of Moresby’s Basilisk Beacon, just beyond the reef outside the main harbour, the Japanese aircraft was seen to explode before diving into the sea. Famed war correspondent (warco) Osmar White, on an adjacent hill, wrote that ‘we onlookers fell on one another’s necks, howling hysterically with joy’, while Church remembered that ‘on every hill and ridge around the shores of Moresby assembled spectator troops cheered this first victory over one of those who had been harassing us for months’. Another famous warco who was there also – no less a figure than writer George Johnston – recalled that: 'two Kittys took off, intercepted [a Japanese bomber] over the mountains, drove her back, and after a brilliant attack shot her down in flames into the harbour. Too easy! Just before dusk a Lockheed escorted 13 more fighters in while truckload after truckload of troops cheered from the side of the road. First real evidence of aggression in this war. Whacco!'"
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