Wednesday, August 18, 2010


A couple years ago I took a creative writing course and did the following for one of the assignments. It is meant to be a prologue to a Victoria Hawkes novel that I hope to finish some day.


Charleston, South Carolina
April 12th, 1861

The three Confederate airships came in from the south, low over Charleston Harbor. The sky was a dusky blue and details were becoming more visible in the predawn. The sun was going to rise soon. Captain Abernathy, standing on the deck of the second ship, could make out the pinpoint lights and the black mound in the distance that marked the location of the small, federal-held fort in the waters below.
Abernathy was a veteran of the Mexican War in 1848. He had been a crewman on one of the United States’ primitive two-balloon vessels in that war and had subsequently risen to command of his own ship in ‘59. It had been a hard decision for him to resign his commission in the U.S. Aeronautic Corps but first and foremost he was a son of South Carolina; and whatever course the state set, he followed. He had seen war from the vantage point of the skies before and knew its terrible cost. Abernathy regretted knowing he would be seeing it again. He removed his sweat stained captain’s hat and ran a hand through his graying hair and turned to his first mate, William Langley, and said, “Have the squadron form up and prepare for the attack.”
“Yes, sir!” Langley replied. He was young and enthusiastic, his uniform neatly pressed and clean. The son of a Charleston politician, he had received this post through a government favor arranged by his father. He was intelligent and quick to learn though, and had quickly become competent in his job. He turned and relayed the order to the junior officers of the crew. An midshipman hung a series of three colored signal lanterns from the rigging of the ship. In the boiler room, the engineer and his men scrambled to build up the steam pressure. Thick black clouds billowed from the smoke stack on each vessel as the twin propellers in the back began to pick up speed. Slowly the three 40-foot ships, the Columbia, the Charleston, and the Palmetto, maneuvered into attack formation.
The wooden hulls and the rigging groaned and creaked as the movement caused the vessels to swing under the four massive gas bags that hung above each one. The bags, each almost 18 feet in diameter, were arrayed in a line above each ship, running parallel to the length of the hull. Each sphere was filled with Apollium the rare gas discovered in the early 1800s that had three times the lifting power of hydrogen and was not flammable. The airship hulls were covered with one-inch-thick iron plates. At the front of each airship was mounted a 3” Rodman rifled cannon. They featured the new Harrison Recoil Device that allowed the cannon to be fired with little affect to the motion of the ship.
On deck, by the light of oil lamps, the airmen prepared bombs to be dropped over the sides of the ships. Each one was an iron sphere the size of a large pumpkin. Some were solid iron for the purpose of battering the fort from above; others had percussion fuses to detonate and explode on impact, targeting the fort’s defenders with shards of metal and damaging the fortifications with their explosive force. It took three men to lift each one, so the airmen worked in groups as they lined a half-dozen of the weapons along the wall on each side of the deck. One man pulled a hunk of chalk from his pocket and scrawled, “For Abe Lincoln” on the black iron side of the nearest bomb. He and his partners chuckled and went back to their work.
The airships had been part of the Federal airfleet but were commanded and crewed manly by South Carolinians; therefore they remained in the state when it seceded in December 1860. Their mission now was to help eliminate the last Federal affront to their state’s and the Confederacy’s sovereignty: Fort Sumter.

The fort’s defenders were not idle as the Confederate airships approached. The garrison could hear the soft distant thump, thump, thump of the airships’ engines in the fading darkness above. The fort’s commander, Major Robert Anderson, barked orders to his small garrison and prepared to defend the fort as best he could. This was it; the moment he had known would come since he garrisoned the fort five days after South Carolina seceded.
When Anderson arrived he had found the five sided brick structure at the entrance to Charleston’s harbor in bad condition and immediately set to having it repaired. The Major also saw to the installation of a battery of four rifled aerial guns on the top level of the three-tiered fort. These supplemented the few standard heavy cannon which already stood on Sumter’s walls. The aerial guns were 12-pound breechloaders mounted on angled rails on a framework shaped like the letter ”A”. The framework was mounted on a rotating base so the cannon could be quickly turned to fire in any direction.
The fort was manned by two companies of the 1st U.S. Artillery. They numbered only a little over 100 fighting men. There were also the 29 men of Battery B of the 1st U.S. Aerial Artillery. The men busied themselves within the fort getting ready for the approaching assault.
The first shot was fired at 4:30 AM by one of the Confederate land batteries located on James Island at the south end of the harbor. The other Southern batteries, also located at various positions along the harbor’s edge joined in. Fort Sumter’s defenders returned fire upon the attackers, many of the shots falling harmlessly in the water or behind the batteries. Likewise, the attackers’ shots had little effect on the five-foot-thick walls of the fort.
Meanwhile, the three airships lined up for their approach. They were about twenty minutes from passing over the fort. Captain Abernathy, on the Charleston, ordered all lamps doused onboard the ships. The Federal Aerial gunners in the fort below could still make out the dark shapes of the approaching vessels.

The gunners at the bow of the Colombia, the lead ship, prepared their 3-inch Rodman gun. When they reached a thousand yards from fort Sumter, they opened fire with their first shot. The cannon ball landed short in the ocean before the walls of the fort. They adjusted range and fired again. This time the shot landed against the southern wall, doing little damage. The other two ships, the Columbia, ahead and to the right of the Charleston, and the Palmetto on the left behind her - opened up with their guns, too.
The small shells had little effect against the walls of the fort. When the airships reached 500 yards, they started to load fused shot - hollow shells filled with explosive that would be set to detonate over the fort, raining down iron shrapnel on the defenders.

The brave Federal aerial gunners stood beside their weapons despite the hail of metal that flew around them. The Confederate airships were in their range now. The gunners cranked the weapons to the lowest firing arc and the battery officers ordered the guns to fire. All but one of the first shots missed. The projectile that hit caught the edge of the front bow of the Palmetto, sending splinters into one of the Southern gunners.
The firing on both sides continued as the Columbia, Charleston, and Palmetto moved steadily closer. Three of the gunners on the 3rd aerial gun had been hit by a near airburst. The 2nd aerial gun’s sergeant was wounded and the weapon’s framework damaged. It was leaning at an angle. The crew tried to put a crate under the damaged leg to hold it and still fire the piece, though the accuracy was lost and the whole weapon shook like a demon when it was fired.
The ships were starting to suffer also. The Columbia took a rudder hit and had trouble keeping lined up with the fort. The Palmetto took another hit to its gun crew. The survivors were trying their best to keep the gun firing, but it was hard for the two remaining men to keep up the same rate. The Charleston was still unscathed.
The standard batteries in the fort and the Confederate land batteries still hammered at each other. The brick walls of the fort were starting to show large scars where the heavy shells had hit them.
The airships reached a point where they were too close to fire their bow cannon without overshooting the target, so the gunners stood down and the wounded went to find their ships’ surgeons. The bomb crews now lined the deck walls, preparing to heave the bombs over the sides.
The flying ships were now in close range to the aerial guns below. The Federal crews fired as fast as they could. Two of the guns were firing solid rounds at the undersides of the hulls; the other two were firing explosive shots above the ships to hit the airbags and crew.
In a matter of minutes, the Columbia had taken a hit directly under the engine room that caused several pipes inside to burst, spraying the engineers with steam. The power to the propellers dropped almost immediately with the loss of pressure and the airship slowed down dramatically. The remainder of its rudder was also destroyed, so the airship started to veer off its course.
The Charleston received several bursts near its foremost two gasbags and these began to deflate quickly as the gas leaked out of the many holes and gashes. The ship began to tilt forward at a severe angle as the front balloons lost their lift and the back two maintained theirs. The crew had to grab for anything they could or risk being pitched into the sea, or the fort itself. Captain Abernathy stormed up and down the deck, his footing sure on the severely sloping surface. He ordered the airmen to adjust the lines to the remaining two airbags to distribute their lift and the ballast to be dumped to try and right the situation.
All three ships were taking heavy crew casualties too. The bomb crews along the walls were particularly vulnerable.
The ships were now at the fort’s southern wall. The Columbia, with its useless rudder and engines, was drifting inland and only just passed over the southwestern corner of the fort. Her captain ordered the bombs overboard despite being so off target. Most of them fell harmlessly into the water, though three hit the fort’s corner. One was an exploding bomb and it detonated so close to the edge its fragments rattled harmlessly against the brick. The other two were solid, and a large part of the fort’s corner exploded into rubble under the force of their impact. One of the aerial guns was stationed on the top of that corner, and its crew and weapon were lost under the collapsing debris.
The Columbia passed the fort and drifted on over the shore. Its captain looked for a safe place to set the battered vessel down.
Next the Charleston was at the walls of the fort. It was still leaning forward at a terrible angle due to the loss of its front two balloons. The men aboard found it hard to maintain their footing and lift the bombs to the deck’s walls. Captain Abernathy bellowed above the sounds of battle, “Full ahead, and we’ll give them the devil! There’s no turning back now!”
The ship was seconds from being in position over the fort. The Captain raised his sword, ready to give the order to drop the bombs. Before he could give the command, one of the airmen holding a bomb with another two crewmen slipped in the blood of a dead comrade on the deck behind him. The airman fell, lost his grip on the bomb, and his two partners dropped it to the deck. With the tilt of the ship, the heavy iron ball started to roll toward the bow of the vessel. It knocked down crew like ninepins as it careened towards the 3-inch Rodman gun at the front. It hit a last crewman, shattering his ankle, and bounced towards the ammunition locker mounted on the deck behind the cannon. It was a fragmentary bomb and its impact with the ammunition locker set off the bomb’s percussion fuse. There was a momentary delay and then it exploded. The explosion set off the powder charges in the ammunition locker, and the bow of the ship disappeared in a fireball. The airbags broke free at the front and then the remaining two burst. The whole airship up-ended; dumping men and bombs alike into the fort. Captain Abernathy and a dozen other crewmen including First Mate Langley managed to grab hold of something and stay on the ship which was now burning at the front where fifteen feet were missing off the bow.

Below them was a massive explosion in the fort as the entire payload of bombs and almost all the crew landed on top of Sumter’s powder magazine. The southeastern wall of the fort blew completely out into the sea. Half the guns in the fort were unseated from their mounts and as many Federal gunners were killed. The surviving aerial gunners on the top level of the fort’s northern wall ran for cover as the flaming wreck of the Columbia descended like a comet down upon it. The airship hit with a massive explosion as the boiler burst, leveling a large section of the fort’s wall and leaving a huge crater on that side of the fort. Captain Abernathy and First Mate Langley perished in the blast.
The crew of the Palmetto, coming up behind the Charleston, looked on in horror as their sister vessel met its fate. To add their barrage to the inferno below seemed pointless. Two-thirds of the fort was smoking ruins and they couldn’t be sure if there were any of the Charleston’s crew still alive in the wreckage. The Palmetto’s captain decided to turn away from the attack and head after the Columbia to see if it could offer assistance to the wounded ship.
On shore, the land battery crews stood in awed silence, their cannons momentarily forgotten.
In Fort Sumter, Major Anderson, the fort’s commander, was nowhere to be found. The survivors assumed he was buried somewhere under the rubble and wreckage. The highest ranking officer who could be located was a lieutenant; Lieutenant Worthy. Despite having a wounded arm, the officer was still able to walk.
The flag pole with the American flag, which had stood in the center of the fort, had been vaporized when the bomb load from the Charleston had landed there. Worthy ordered one of the surviving sergeants from the 1st Artillery to make a white flag from a undershirt which lay on the ground bloody and without an owner. Worthy took the flag from the Sergeant and slowly crawled up the remains of the fort’s wall that faced towards Charleston and waved it solemnly at the Confederates on shore.
The war had begun.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

More Vintage Convention Photos

I have one more batch of old gaming slides that I want to share with everyone. Most of these are dated March 1986 (but the photos may have been taken in February). I'm not sure exactly which convention they are. It looks to me like it may be the Penn Harris? When was the first Cold Wars? Could these be of that? Any help would be appreciated.

Edit: Thanks to Pat Condray for indentifying this as the 4th HMGS Historical Miniatures Mini Convention held 2/28/86 to 3/2/86.

This is a photo of a convention game I ran (I think it was the first convention game I ever ran, in fact). It was a 54mm WWII skirmish using a homebrew rules set I wrote. I still have an old printed copy (from my Commodore 64's printer!)of the rules stashed away in the rules drawer in my file cabinet .

Wally Simon running one of his games.

Me, manning my flea market table.

The Alamo game...I still remember clearly what a fabulous spectacle to see it was.

These are some personal photos that were in the carousel with the Historicon convention slides. They are from the Summer of 1984:

Some of my early Dark Ages collection; Vikings in the foreground, and Normans facing the camera.

My game room, also known in the club as "Chris' Parents' basement. This is where the HAWKs were founded.

Some of my collection of 15mm ACW. 15mm ACW were the first
gaming figures I bought. I later sold the collection to finance a trip to Vermont for Jenn and I.

Some of my first micro armor. Notice the craft styrofoam hills; I hadn't been introduced to the joys of pink and blue insulation board yet

Some early elves I did.

A 15mm Colonial game: Brits vs Zulus, using Mikes Models figures.

Another shot of the same game.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Photos From the First Historicon, 1984

So, I was going through some old slides that were stored away and forgotten in a closet in my parents' house. I discovered several that I had taken at the first Historicon (and a couple of me that my parents had taken.) So sit yourself back in the ol' time machine and lets head back to 1984 and a enjoy some good old-fashioned "I love the 80's" wargaming.
Remember, you can click on any photo to view it larger

A very young me, in orange shirt, playing in one of Larry Brom's TSATF games. That's Larry in the glasses at the end of the table. I remember being very thrilled to be in a game being run by a real rules author.:-)
Another view of the same game.
And yet another, with me again in my orange shirt.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

New Pulp Robot for German Army

I started collecting Monsterpocalypse when it first came out and was struck by the conversion potential of many of the miniatures. I finally got around to finishing one Monsterpocalypse Monster conversion project that has been sitting on my work table for a year now. The miniature I used is called Defender X and it is part of the G.U.A.R.D. faction in the game. It was a simple conversion, merely slicing him from his base and gluing him on a fender washer, then trimming down his head and gluing on a spare helmet from a 1/35 scale WWII German Infantry set.
I base coated it with flat black primer, and then gave him a spray of German dark Yellow, and then blobs of dark green and red brown. Then I added some detail painting and some spare decals, and finished up with a black ink wash, and some random highlighting.
The end result is shown below with some 28mm miniatures for scale.
Remember you can click on any photo to enlarge it.

"With an army of these we will conquer the world!"

Jetpacks on the back allow for short flights around the battlefield

Sarge plays 'catch the hand grenade' with the Germans' new secret weapon.

Dr Panzerkopf stands proudly next to his latest creation.

Robot conversion next to the original Monsterpocalypse figure.

Clusters of rocket bombs surround each wrist.