Good game, good game!
Action was joined with the Simbas and Bongos laying down plenty of lead at each other to little effect. The Mercs, the only ones with a mission other than blood, forgot the prime directive and engaged in a prolonged firefight with a section of the (BNA) Bongolian National Army. Considering the disparity of firepower the Bongos gave a creditable account of themselves, forcing the rattled Mercs into cover to sort themselves out. This proved most beneficial as they also re-remembered the mission brief and stormed across the street, slaughtered the Simbas, and effected a rescue! By this time there were two Simbas left, one Bongo, two Mercs and the now armed fugitive. The white men crossed the bridge, losing one of their number to a Simba Bren gunner, and boarded their remarkably tiny Bellyflopters for tea and medals… as they did the natives breathed a sigh of relief and got back to happily killing each other. The Mercs Occifer and fugitive escaped, the Simba Bren gunner killed and be-headed the last Bongo, ending the engagement.
Even the Dynamic Dunderheads comprehended the rules, and I could concentrate on my game, as opposed to spending two hours as a reluctant carer for two dribbling half wits!
"Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"
"I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"