It doesn't go well.
This was a recent game with my friend, C. I was launching an assault with a British Rifle Company against his dug in Fallschirmjagers. While it seemed everything was going my way for a little while, in the end C managed to not only snatch victory away from me, but applied a solid Spartan kick to my chest, throwing me over the side and into the pit of loserdom.
You can check the 'full' (I use that term lightly) report over at my
blog, which I will be updating as an early New Years resolution with both
FoW stuff and a new project that'll start after Christmas ( hint, however, comes in the quote: "Thou are not yet dead, my Father").
I hope you enjoy!