I've been quietly building this since me 'ols!
I hope you like the following bit of imagination that flashed into this usually dormant organ sitting on my shoulders......
Please try and read the imaginary story before blimping the pickies....
Sat in the saddle of his faithful horse, Rittmeister Brauer is day dreaming. His mind wanders back to the 'Happy' days of 1940. When, after the fall of Paris, he rode on this same horse at the head of his mounted troops under the Arc de Triomphe.
Now racked with fatigue, he is part of a rag tag convoy heading east, away from the relentless advance of the Allied armies....It is August 1944. He passes a road sign - Falaise. He neither knows nor cares where he is.
"Get us home, Greta." He mumbles into his horses ear.
He is so tired he fails to notice his horse's increased agitation. Too late, a flight of rocket firing Typhoons attack the convoy. Soldiers run for cover. Vehicles and men are blown to bits. After the rockets come the cannon fire, as the aircraft strafe the convoy. The attack finishes as abruptly as it starts....men climb out from cover.
Dead and dying litter the road. Horses die still fastened to their carts.
Brauer walks amongst the carnage looking for his companion. He soon finds her.....
She lies by a smashed stone wall, cannon fire has shattered her legs.
"Bastards!" he shouts, shaking his fist at the now empty skies. He kneels by his horse's side and gently strokes it's head.
"My poor Greta, what have they done to you?"
The horse raises her head, it's big brown, trusting eyes look up at her master.
Tears start to roll down the soldier's dusty face and fall on the horse's head.
"Sorry old girl."
He looks at the shattered legs and knows nothing can be done.....
He takes out his revolver.
"Goodbye my faithful friend."
He pulls the trigger.
Rittmeister Brauer gets to his feet and starts to walk away....Right now he couldn't care less where.
Here are the pictures.
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All a bit sensitive, but this sort of scene must have happened many times. I've tried to keep the 'damage' to the animal to a minimum.
The old 1/35 Tamiya Mounted Infantry kit is awful...all I used was the horse suitably altered to a lying down and raised head, rather than it's original standing pose. The soldier - from another set - was difficult to do as I wanted him holding the horses head with one hand and a pistol with the other. The base is my usual sweepings from the garden.The walls are polystyrene Pizza bases. The figures are painted with Vallejo acrylics and Humbrol enamels, and the base done with children's acrylic water colours.
For the some of the B&W shots I used my "Wait 'till they are on the bridge." diorama...The one with the canal running through it. It has made a nice background for the figures.
I hope you approve of this mini dio. and not upset by the content.....All comments - suggestions well received.
Cheers,
Ron
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I hope you like the following bit of imagination that flashed into this usually dormant organ sitting on my shoulders......
Please try and read the imaginary story before blimping the pickies....
Sat in the saddle of his faithful horse, Rittmeister Brauer is day dreaming. His mind wanders back to the 'Happy' days of 1940. When, after the fall of Paris, he rode on this same horse at the head of his mounted troops under the Arc de Triomphe.
Now racked with fatigue, he is part of a rag tag convoy heading east, away from the relentless advance of the Allied armies....It is August 1944. He passes a road sign - Falaise. He neither knows nor cares where he is.
"Get us home, Greta." He mumbles into his horses ear.
He is so tired he fails to notice his horse's increased agitation. Too late, a flight of rocket firing Typhoons attack the convoy. Soldiers run for cover. Vehicles and men are blown to bits. After the rockets come the cannon fire, as the aircraft strafe the convoy. The attack finishes as abruptly as it starts....men climb out from cover.
Dead and dying litter the road. Horses die still fastened to their carts.
Brauer walks amongst the carnage looking for his companion. He soon finds her.....
She lies by a smashed stone wall, cannon fire has shattered her legs.
"Bastards!" he shouts, shaking his fist at the now empty skies. He kneels by his horse's side and gently strokes it's head.
"My poor Greta, what have they done to you?"
The horse raises her head, it's big brown, trusting eyes look up at her master.
Tears start to roll down the soldier's dusty face and fall on the horse's head.
"Sorry old girl."
He looks at the shattered legs and knows nothing can be done.....
He takes out his revolver.
"Goodbye my faithful friend."
He pulls the trigger.
Rittmeister Brauer gets to his feet and starts to walk away....Right now he couldn't care less where.
Here are the pictures.
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All a bit sensitive, but this sort of scene must have happened many times. I've tried to keep the 'damage' to the animal to a minimum.
The old 1/35 Tamiya Mounted Infantry kit is awful...all I used was the horse suitably altered to a lying down and raised head, rather than it's original standing pose. The soldier - from another set - was difficult to do as I wanted him holding the horses head with one hand and a pistol with the other. The base is my usual sweepings from the garden.The walls are polystyrene Pizza bases. The figures are painted with Vallejo acrylics and Humbrol enamels, and the base done with children's acrylic water colours.
For the some of the B&W shots I used my "Wait 'till they are on the bridge." diorama...The one with the canal running through it. It has made a nice background for the figures.
I hope you approve of this mini dio. and not upset by the content.....All comments - suggestions well received.
Cheers,
Ron
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