Perry Miniatures Release Their Plastic Afghan Tribesmen
August 20, 2020 by brennon
Perry Miniatures has now released another of their plastic kits for use between the 1800s and 1900s. Afghan Tribesmen are getting ready to take the battle to an invading force, perhaps even as North West Frontier Tribesmen too!
Afghan Tribesmen // Perry Miniatures
As well as being able to get your hands on these miniatures as a regular set which allows you to build thirty-six soldiers, you can also pick up the deal above to get your free metal miniature too. I suppose if you're looking to build a complete Afghan army on the tabletop then you are going to need a lot of plastic.
The kits come with a lot of bits and pieces allowing you to make some warriors with plenty of character and personality. Being able to make your soldiers feel unique is always a good thing, especially if you're playing skirmish games rather than mass battle ones. See what you think of some painted examples of these Tribesmen...
Afghan Tribesmen Painted // Perry Miniatures
These are some very awesome miniatures and they provide a beard-loving fellow like me with the chance to paint up some magnificent facial hair. Anything which means you have to paint less of the face gets a thumbs up from me!
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Great detail 👍
The forces of the Khasi of Kalabar to re-enact my favourite colonial documentary: Carry On Up The Khyber.
my thoughts exactly! The Bhurpas of Bung Dit Din
They look fabulous and the one’s with blades could be used for 1800 up to modern in game’s.
Perfect opportunity to read the First Flashman book while painting these.
“When the games going against you, stay calm – and cheat.”
Flashman
When first I went to soldier with rifle on my shoulder
There wasn’t any bolder in the corps boys, oh
And when I walked abroad all the pretty girls, they’d wink at me
The ladies can’t resist a jolly soldier.
(Chorus)
Bang upon the big drum, crash upon the cymbals
We’ll sing as we go marching along boys, along
And although on this campaign
There’s no whisky or champagne
Still we’ll keep our spirits going with a song, boys.
Now, when we got the route, and for India we set out
The girls they cried around us to the docks boys, oh
And we gave three hearty cheers for the pretty little dears
In hopes that each one got another soldier.
Then we marched through Khalasan and we met the wild Afghan
And made him at Charasia for to run boys, oh
And we marched into Kabul, and we took the Bala Hissar
And we made them to respect the British soldier.
And now I’ll say good-bye for I’m feeling rather dry
And I see a comrade waiting with a song, boys, oh
So here’s good luck to all and promotion soon, and better money
That’s the sort of ticket for a soldier!
‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have slaughter’d and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?’
‘Blood for our blood,’ they said.
He laugh’d: ‘If one may settle the score for five,
I am ready; but let the reckoning stand till day:
I have loved the sunlight as dearly as any alive.’
‘You shall die at dawn,’ said they.
He flung his empty revolver down the slope,
He climb’d alone to the Eastward edge of the trees;
All night long in a dream untroubled of hope
He brooded, clasping his knees.
He did not hear the monotonous roar that fills
The ravine where the Yassîn river sullenly flows;
He did not see the starlight on the Laspur hills,
Or the far Afghan snows.
He saw the April noon on his books aglow,
The wistaria trailing in at the window wide;
He heard his father’s voice from the terrace below
Calling him down to ride.
He saw the gray little church across the park,
The mounds that hid the loved and honour’d dead;
The Norman arch, the chancel softly dark,
The brasses black and red.
He saw the School Close, sunny and green,
The runner beside him, the stand by the parapet wall,
The distant tape, and the crowd roaring between,
His own name over all.
He saw the dark wainscot and timber’d roof,
The long tables, and the faces merry and keen;
The College Eight and their trainer dining aloof,
The Dons on the daëis serene.
He watch’d the liner’s stem ploughing the foam,
He felt her trembling speed and the thrash of her screw.
He heard the passengers’ voices talking of home,
He saw the flag she flew.
And now it was dawn. He rose strong on his feet,
And strode to his ruin’d camp below the wood;
He drank the breath of the morning cool and sweet:
His murderers round him stood.
Light on the Laspur hills was broadening fast,
The blood-red snow-peaks chill’d to a dazzling white;
He turn’d, and saw the golden circle at last,
Cut by the Eastern height.
‘O glorious Life, Who dwellest in earth and sun,
I have lived, I praise and adore Thee.’
A sword swept.
Over the pass the voices one by one
Faded, and the hill slept.
Sir Henry Newbolt
I see, these are a metaphor for the Rebels in Star Wars : D
These look great. Now here’s a question…
How well do these measure up to the wargames atlantic for even more variance?