|Austrian's sitting pretty, but watching idly as their comrades are routed.|
This past Saturday (between our miniature games) was a minor affair. A skirmish between two sides of approximately 10-12 combatants each. I was leading a slightly outnumbered group in defense, awaiting for allies to arrive. Long story short, the allies approach is noticed by the enemy, who conveniently string themselves out chasing our allies. I manage to redirect my force, rally them, look back and confirm everyone was on site, then called for a "follow me". I tear into an orchard, find the enemy's flank/rear in a perfect opportunity to divide and conquer the larger force and charge. I quickly realize once the our foes turned to face us that the only person with me is my sub-commander/NCO (who up to this point I always had bringing up the rear ensure our coalition force remained together). Instead of wiping out our foes we end up trading kills man for man. The rest of my force was off in the woods chasing a lone straggler. Command Failure.
|12th IR taking advantage of Marshal Ney's command and control failures|
and rolling up Girard's division.
Which is a long way of saying I was once again reminded How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Command Failure.