Happiness is having a 17 pounder well dug in, in cover, on a distant hilltop. Handled by a cool and professional crew, who waited until the oblivious Germans were all sorts of exposed before starting to 'fire at will'.
That AT gun got 9 kills without even taking any casualties; and won me the battle; but only after the Germans had over-run and completely anihilated an infantry company.
Misery is having an infantry company supressed and scattered by artillery, taking casaulties, and being attacked by a well organized mix of armour and troops. Not a thing you can do...
Happiness is when your recce tanks spot a 2 companies of infantry (the enemy's main force) moving fast over open ground right under your lone gold spot. Nothing like breaking force morale to end a game.
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"I love the smell of anthracite in the morning...
It smells like - victory"