Happiness is:

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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...