It’s starts in the place that most things do. It’s all my brothers fault.
When I was about 6 years of age, he bought a pack of Airfix 1:72 scale Africa Korps.
I was hooked. He lost interest in them, but I didn’t. So I inherited them.
And then I built on that foundation. More figures and more model tanks.
It engendered in me a burning passion about history (especially World War 2) and military history specifically.
But when you start hitting your early teens, playing with toy soldiers looks kinda … lame.
That was until at about 16, I went into a games store and saw this:
It was expensive (I was one year into my first part time job) but worth it. I had no one to play against, but read the rules and played against myself.
Until one day a year or so later I saw this …
It was soooo expensive. Had to buy the rule book seperate from the game! But after 6 months of umming and ahhing I bought it.
But it seemed too complex to play solo, and the rules were soo confusing. I was defeated. It looked great but … just sat in my cupboard.
Fast forward 2 years later. My best work mate and I meet up with a friend of his at lunch for some beer. He became a good drinking buddie.
We also become friends and then I find out that he plays ASL along with 4 other guys. I was invite along to a night of play.
And that was the start of my ASL gaming.
It developed from there …
- West of Alamein
- Code of Bushido
- Red Barricade
- Gung Ho
Many a late night. Many great laughs and angst, all due to some dodgy die roll or other. It lit in me a passion for this game.
That is how I became a 6+1.