Stealing through the seemingly endless forests and swamps of the Eastern lands, they come...infiltrating and fighting their way ever westward, in ever greater numbers...Partisans! But who are they? Heroic defenders of Stalin's Mother Russia, taken to the woods and fens to carry on the Communist dream and to fight the Fascistcapitalistimperialistreactionaryplutocrat invaders to their dying breaths? Certainly that's the official Soviet version. (See video below.)
And to make it all even more annoying and confusing, lots of them weren't even Russian. Many were Ukrainian, Lithuanian and Polish patriots to whom the Russians and Germans were all bastard foreigners and invaders who just needed to go away. No matter. The Germans shot at all of them, and all of them shot back at the Germans and, sometimes they shot at each other. Chaos, randomness and woe.
Peering at these Partisans as they stand at my desk top, I can't decide which side they belong to, but I suppose it doesn't really matter. Whoever they are, I'm pretty sure they will be harassing the hell out of my Bolt Action Wehrmacht guys here in the near future.
Over the last few weeks, I've had quite a few painting disasters, including some AD&D Wereboars, some 15mm Wehrmacht Stug Gs and infantry, and some Warhammer Orc boys, all of whom have had to go in the strip jar as my stupid wrist has been so stiff, trembly and clumsy that I keep making mistakes and dropping things, but I think I've finally turned the corner on this broken arm thing, and I don't think these West Wind guys, painted mostly with Flames of War paints, came out too bad. Eyes are still tough, though...just can't keep my hand still enough to get in there without leaving a huge blob of paint in the figure's eye socket. (You might have noticed that most of these guys don't have eyes.) Oh, well. At least I'm getting stuff done again.