Six-headed alien invaders from the planet Kthragrok I can handle, and fictitious battles against terrorist factions aren’t a problem. It’s always hard reviewing games based on events as horrendous as WWII. And this one is no exception, though it does have a fair old go. And because no game, no matter how much it tries will ever replicate the true horrors of war. Why? Because this is a computer game, that’s why. And I know I’ll die a hundred times more before the day is out. But I'm still alive, fighting the fight, taking it to the enemy. Turns normal, civil, peace-loving people into rabid dogs of war. Instead, my one meeting with Shultz ended in him performing a crude form of surgery on my intestines with a rusty standardissue German army knife. Perhaps we’d sit in the late afternoon sun over a couple of Bavarian beers, him slapping his lederhosened leg in hilarity as I regaled him with a barrage of anecdotes about 'ze braykeeng of ze vind'. Maybe we would even have been friends - me a jolly backpacker looking for tales to tell the boys back home (Porky, Dorky, Spot, Capper, Mapper, Dick and Spud - great guys), him a rosy-faced local of a town I’d be passing through. Had this not been 1942, and had we not been fighting in one of the bloodiest conflicts in mankind’s history, then perhaps things would have been different.
CAN I PLAY BATTLEFIELD 1942 FULL
Rudolph Shultz to give him his full name, a porky butcher’s shop owner from the south side of Berlin. This morning I was killed by a man called Shultz.
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