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Joined: 8/10/2003 From: The Greater Chicagoland Area Status: offline
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Ok, so the main problem would appear to be how to handle the little buggers; meaning coming up with appropriate methods for their deployment and creation. I will admit that early on, I was "creative" in their spawning; amphibious landing going on, hey I have plenty of supplies on AK's <press the button>, voila, 12 PT's to help defend landing out of virtual thin air. My opponent said, "where the heck did they come from?", told him; he replied, "How would that seem to you in my position?" Thought it over, came up with modified deployment/usage that follows. 1. PT only created at size 9 or 10 ports. If AGP present, size 6+ port allowed to create. 2. Basing - port size dictates the number of PT that call that port home; 4 PT per port size, AGP present increases that by 2 port sizes. 3. PT sit at bases; can go out up to 3 hexes, but only on retire; bringing them home during the day. That's basically it for me. The main change is the creation; having to make them in a rear area port and then have them "follow" another TF (usually freighters) to their destination is a real pain. Additionally, at weaker bases, they can't get their reloads unless support is there; making the support (AGP) the vulnerable target. Otherwise, they have to sail back to reload their torpedoes. This method eliminates the "Palmyra" type situations, of creating them in these tiny bases with immediate results. In my game, I have PT's in the Marshalls, at Kwaj and Majuro; they had to sail in from PH with a reinforcement convoy to get there. There is a AGP in the area to provide support, but any more PT's still have to come out of PH, as there is no size 6 port in the Marshalls. So, any losses would be very difficult to come up with replacements for a long time. Now, major bases are a different creature; Darwin and Rangoon (Oct '43) are crawling with them, and CD, and A/C and fortifications.....but, if they were out from under their aircover...they would be toast, dead, RIP, kaput, etc....
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Sing to the tune of "Man on the Flying Trapeze" ..Oh! We fly o'er the treetops with inches to spare, There's smoke in the cockpit and gray in my hair. The tracers look fine as a strafin' we go. But, brother, we're TOO God damn low...
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