AUTUMN BIG GAME 2019 REPORT (10)

Where was Reichsmarshall Goering? Not in Berlin, by all accounts, but very visibly "on the ground" at Mortimer's Cross itself, extricating himself from a crashed Ju.52: 

Reichmarshall Goering's crashed Ju.52. Farmer Roo's farm buildings can be seen in the background.
In truth, the Reichmarshall was well pleased with this result (caused by ordering his personal pilot
to land on unprepared agricultural ground) as it meant that he did not have test his considerable
bulk against both a parachute and the laws of physics....

The Falangist Blue Division of Senior Captain Maynard provides an enthusiastic welcome for the Reichsmarshall and his Ju-52 aircrew. Arriba! Perhaps now that feelthy commie Winters is for it...

It need hardly be said that the unexpected arrival of the Reichsmarshall and his Fallschirmjager troops within Herefordshire had all the makings of major diplomatic incident - and perhaps propaganda disaster. While the course of Colonel Comrade Professor Winters was clear and unchanged ("Kill the Fascists!"), what should the representative of HMG, Senior Captain Maynard, now do? Would County opinion approve of him co-operating with a Hun? What would London say? And what of our local farmers, Roo and Giles? To be freeborn patriotic Englishmen, and take on the Germanic invader, or take the course of a low collaborator with a foreign power?

Senior Captain Maynard did not flinch. He welcomed the arrival, however surprising, of fresh and experienced troops ready to fight against the Red Horde of Comrade Professor Winters. In the ideological war of the Herefordshire VBCW, he was ready to make compromises, even with a German.

Farmer Roo was more cautious, and happy to revert to his native type. "Get off my land!" was to be his motto, content to allow the world (and the Fallschirmjager) go by, provided they used the public highways and clearly marked rights of way.

And as for Farmer Giles, already entangled in a fight with the forces of Communism (and Morris Men, and the AA, plus a few police sections, not forgetting the lingering "Bananaman") his patriotic course was clear - "Bring 'em on! Bring 'em all on! I'll fight the blighters, you see if I don't! Blasted Huns! And Blasted Commies! The whole blasted lot of 'em!"

As a series of slogans, it was magnificent. As a strategy, it was, um, er, well, courageous.