Forty plus years of WW2 tactical wargaming leaves an indelible mark on a person. Like most long-in-the-tooth desktop generals, I’m now so used to parsing battlefields, assessing weaponry, and weighing up odds, the process is almost instinctive. StuG there…. dead ground there… possible Pak 40 position over yonder… synapses twinkle, decisions are made, orders are issued. The ritual is so ingrained, so natural and apt, when a game prevents me from conducting it, feelings of surprise and resentment are inevitable.