I want to begin by thanking everyone who came along, and expressing the hope that you all enjoyed the session, will come again, and consider
issuing a few invites. The success of the folk concept rests almost entirely on the
people involved, not a doctrine. So all of the preparatory work Tigershark, myself and others have done in the last few months was only going to matter if the guests created the atmosphere. I think you all did that (and
more), for which I'm very grateful. Special thanks to messiah for his last minute addition of Bit and Suffix, stepping up to lead in English, and for a standard-setting AAR post. Also, thanks to Headspace, Xiathorn and Feesh for taking leadership roles with a new and sometimes unfamiliar crowd.
Tigershark rightly flags the issue of new missions, for which I'll try to start a fresh topic; getting more mission contributors would certainly be ideal. In the meantime, I'll be working on a few more, and we still have a few uploaded ones to complete!
Mail Man (Attempt #1)
- BFTL: Xiathorn
|-- Op: Fer
Bravo was actually the lead FT in this mission, making Xiathorn the overall platoon CO. I volunteered to remain in Tigershark's Huey as a doorgunner. After a great insertion, we took off and began orbiting the area. I was injured soon after, and the combination of red-screening, speed and altitude made my support fire ineffective. Eventually, Tigershark was riddled with bullets from ground fire and our bird ploughed into the mountain.
Being dead was as much, if not more fun: the whole mission should have had Barber's adagio for strings playing throughout, and have run in slow-motion, as we watched our comrades being cut-down by enemy fire. But the moment I knew this session was going to work out was when Medve landed the only reminaing Huey on a slope next to the last 2 survivors, and then all had to watch helplessly as the damaged bird slid uncontrollably away down the mountain. Welcome to folk.
Swept (LE)
- BFTL: Fer
|-- AR: DirtyJ
|-- AAR: Bit
Headspace's plan was to stall the sweeping force before punching through the blockers, so initially Bravo found itself as the south-end of our line. Whilst army helicopters overflew us, DirtyJ and Bit found excellent positions on the rooftops and were soon engaging the approaching troops. Meanwhile, I was covering the meadow from behind a rocky wall, but later joined Bit on a rooftop just as it came under sustained fire.
By this point we had lost our CO and the MMG being manned by Xiathorn. Tigershark, our platoon medic, gamely stepped-up to lead until I was able to raise the Alpha FTL, messiah, who despite having to think and command in two different languages, stepped up and took platoon. Sadly, the casualties were beginning to take their toll on our effectiveness, and the enemy soon enveloped us, tossing rifle grenades into our compounds to deadly effect. DirtyJ bought it on his rooftop, and Bit died trying to help me. I took an army soldier with me before I died, but they were all around us by that point. Suffix survived us all, but by the time he was surrounded in a small shack we knew it was time to call the mission. BTW, the LE in the title is to indicate that this was the light (or easy) edition: the blocking force behind us was motorised, not mechanised (as per the normal version).
Downed
- CO Medic: Fer
Messiah's genius idea

was to place him and his fellow Russian-speakers in the same fireteam, so we were gifted with a genuine language difference between the escaping aircrew and pursuing guerrillas. On the guerrilla side Headspace led Alpha FT off to the south-east of the valley to cut off the route towards the army outpost, whilst Tigershark led Bravo to the west in a bid to cover the route towards the garrisoned village. There was a lot of discussion about who was taking which love-bus, so as platoon medic I slipped away on a motorbike and holed-up in a building to the south.
When the markers began appearing on the map it was clear that some of the aircrew were punching right through the gap between our fireteams (and headed straight for me). I heard Xiathorn go off to engage them, and the an exchange of fire ... then nothing. After a while I decided to venture out, and as I crept into the darkness heard a familiar voice tell me he was just behind me (and not to panic). Housemaster and I found Xiathorn's body, but by now the aircrew had split up and were racing away in both directions. I think someone in Tigershark's fireteam shot an escapee, but the survivors made it to safety resulting in a victory for the Army. Very well done messiah, Bit and Suffix! From a designer's standpoint, I thought the mission delivered a good atmosphere and hope others found the same.
Halted
- CO: Liddle Feesh
|-- CO Medic: Fer
Feesh drew us all up into the highest part of the village before we engaged the enemy, which allowed us to make excellent use of our slow-firing but accurate bolt-action rifles. Nevertheless, a hail of fire from the halted convoy inflicted casualties on us, of which Feesh was one of the early ones. Headspace, the Alpha FTL, stepped up and took charge of the firefight. At one point I heard Housemaster calling for help on a nearby rooftop, so went up there, dragged his body to a less exposed position, and administered emergency rum. He was to return the favour minutes later when I fell backwards off the building!
Although we had successfully dealt with two DsHK-equipped UAZs on the eastern road, and army bodies were piling up at the entrances to the town, Headspace was worried about running low on ammunition. With all of us providing covering fire, Headspace bravely ran down to the road and stole one of the UAZs, which he then brought up to us. Sadly a mis-communication resulted in him and at least one other being lit up by our own people. When I got to the UAZ I had to pull two bodies from it before ordering the survivors to mount up and head out to our fall-back point. After unloading the others, Housemaster came back to get me and we finished the mission successfully.
Mail Man (Attempt #2)
- AFTL: Fer
The plan was simple, and began well: Tigershark expertly landed us right by the crashed C-130, each pair had an assigned direction to cover, and I started the download on the laptop. Then Xiathorn crashed, leaving Housemaster alone to cover the northern approach; Feesh died to the west, leaving a wounded mort crawling around on a barren hillside. Only the Ukrainian contingent remained solid, covering the southern approach. Housemaster was shot up so I dragged him to the cargo ramp, and leaving him in the care of Bit, I set off up the hill to find mort. Even after popping two smoke grenades it was clear I had to get him off the hill before I could treat him, so I called for Tigershark to land and began carrying his body down the slope (and into the waiting embrace of some enemy 7.62mm).
Afterwards, when I was dead, I watched as Tigershark carefully put his Huey down, but by then the combination of our wounded and danger-close guerrillas meant it wasn't long before bird was too shot-up to fly again. We called the mission soon after it was clear there was no alternative transport available, but enjoyed watching the survivors go down fighting!