The battlefield viewed from the southeast. Axis forces enter at yellow markers along edge of table (lower left, middle right). Lines of small stones show crestlines, which block line-of-sight unless you're on higher ground.	A German reconnaissance in force! Elements of a heavy tank battalion flush an American tank destroyer company from its hiding place behind crestlines on a small hill. Panzer grenadiers on foot follow the Tigers.	The inevitable outcome when battle tanks confront halftracks and jeeps. Scratch the tank destroyers from the Allied roster.	More panzer grenadiers slog onto the table on foot. Unknown enemy forces lurk just over the crestline in front.	Meanwhile, in the east, the Italian "Lodi" reconnaissance battalion enters in its full glory. Note the armored car company with AB-41's, a light tank company with L6/40's, and a mounted motorcycle company (top).
How does one say "Holy Crap!" in Italian? American Sherman tanks trundle out of nearby hiding places on the hill to surprise the AB-41 armored cars. Fortunately for the Italian crews, they chose to take up hull-down positions behind crestlines before the Shermans sprang their trap.	One armored car brews up, and the rest of the battalion subsequently takes to their heels and falls back off the table. The Axis advance in the east has slowed a bit.	In the south, U.S. Rangers in a farm exchange fire with a horde of panzer grenadiers peeking over a crestline. Panzer III N's (with the short 75mm howitzer) provide fire support.	The German commander brings up his attached "Herman Göring" flak battery to take on the Shermans on the hill in the east. The 88 unlimbers in position, but doesn't score any kills.	Just to the northeast of Robaa, the Sherman battalion HQ pokes over a crestline to bring the enemy under observation and supporting fire. The command Sherman scores a fatal flank hit on a Tiger!
A Sherman company is discovered by the German heavies, but is saved by a smoke mission from the battalion HQ.	The very same Sherman company boldly drives to flank the surviving Tiger platoon. Fire is exchanged at point-blank range, and one American tank platoon burns furiously.	The Rangers have fled the farm. The panzer grenadiers' weapons company is moving in with a vengeance.	After overrunning the farm, the German advance discovers minefields, freshly-laid by an engineer company just half an hour before. Note the burning Panzer III, freshly killed by one of the brazen Shermans on the hill.	The German infantry advance continues, supported by a towed 50mm PAK38 (middle).
Elements of a U.S. reconnaissance squadron begin to spread out around Robaa to stiffen the defenses. You have to admire the American penchant for fielding lots of jeeps.	Lunch break! The Sherman commander (foreground) and his faithful mascot, Lucky, share the space with an Anglophile referee.	Looking across the carnage, we spy a couple of Allied commanders. Discussing tactics perhaps? At least one of them has orders to hide in the wadi, so he's not sweating too much.	A couple of very serious-looking German commanders consider their order of battle. In character, indeed.	The American commanding officer clearly relishes his job. (That's a rather dark shade of olive drab, but I guess regulations are for enlisted men...)
We resumed the bloodbath with the sudden reappearance of the Italian armored reconnaissance. They swarmed all over a Sherman company, and, with the support of a German "Bison" self-propelled gun, managed to clear the hill.	On the other side of the hill from the Italian attack, another company of Shermans watches the German advance from hull-down positions. The Axis have not discovered that the wadis are full of French and American infantry.	This small pimple should be named "Hot Steel Hill." Both tank forces have shot their wad, and now the place is littered with abandoned and burning armored vehicles. (We removed the wrecked halftracks of the tank destroyer company, so the carnage is worse than shown here.)	Panzer grenadiers enter a wadi, encountering a company of Rangers (top left) in the process. German halftracks burn fiercely as armor-piercing shells rake them from hidden positions ahead.	The culprit was an American 37mm gun--a very efficient killer of light armored vehicles. However, the crew and gun were finally silenced once they were located.
Reconnaissance jeeps around Robaa prepare to bring the enemy infantry under fire.	A couple of M3 White scout cars move to the east of Robaa, passing the smouldering remains of the Sherman battalion HQ. German artillery was omnipresent in this scenario, with nebelwerfer MRL fire contributing to the maelstrom.	The Germans are across the wadi, and now prepare to take the hill just to the west of the town. The Americans decide to honor discretion as the better part of valor: they bug out. Robaa falls to the Axis soon after. 'Twas the graveyard of many an AFV from both sides.