#infantry attacks

[perfekt-psychosekrank]

I take back every answer I ever gave to "If you could bring back one person from the dead, who would it be" question.

My official answer is Erwin Rommel. Why? Because I want him to read me "Infantry Attacks" as bed time reading. That's the only reason.

[captaindaveomedes]

Reading Field Marshall Rommel's "Infantry Attacks"

So I'm reading his works, and here are my observations of his observations, observe:

- DIG

- Disperse

- DIG

- DISPERSE

- BEING SHINY IS BAD

- Machine guns are one of your best friends AND worst enemies.

- Make sure the artillery knows where all of OUR guys are as well as the enemies' troop locations.

- Forests are great for hiding, NOT GREAT when the enemy knows you are there and has artillery.

- ARE YOU DIGGING YET?!?!?

[ramblinprose]

Finished Infantry Attacks earlier

Took me long enough but it was worth it. Good book. Plus Rommel's just a bad ass high speed low drag OPERATOR so why wouldn't you read it? That's right, you don't have a reason. Go do it.

[ramblinprose]

Once again we rushed the enemy in the bushes ahead of us. A little group of my former recruits came with me through the underbrush.Again the enemy fired madly. Finally, scarcely twenty paces ahead I saw five Frenchmen firing from the standing position. Instantly my gun was at my shoulder. Two Frenchmen, standing one behind the other, dropped to the ground as my rifle cracked. I still was faced by three of them. Apparently my men sought shelter behind me and couldn't help me. I fired again. The rifle missed fire. I quickly opened the magazine and found it empty. The nearness of the enemy left no time for reloading, nor was any shelter close at hand. There was no use thinking of escape. The bayonet was my only hope. I had been an enthusiastic bayonet fighter in time of peace and had acquired considerable proficiency. Even with odds of three to one against me, I had complete confidence in the weapon and in my ability. As I rushed forward, the enemy fired. Struck, I went head over heels and wound up a few paces in front of the enemy. A bullet, entering sideways, had shattered my upper left leg; and blood spurted from a wound as large as my fist. At any moment I expected a bullet or bayonet thrust. I tried to close the wound with my right hand and, at the same time, to roll beind an oak. For many minutes I lay there between the two fronts. Finally my men broke through the bushes and the enemy retreated.

General Field Marshal Erwin Rommel, Infantry Attacks