I played a 1941 Western Desert game last night, with Ian "Erwin" Notter, using adapted Memoir '44 rules (you can see Rommel's "hand" in the background). We commanded roughly a brigade each.
These minis are absolutely ancient; when I last played with them, Consul was but a gleam in his father's eye.
I launched an attack on the right, then an attack in the centre. Here my lancers are about to bravely charge the enemy anti-tank screen (successfully as it turned out, although they had all perished by the end of the game).
There was gratuitous destruction, with more than half the total troops on the table slaughtered, before we called it a night. The central ridge changed hand half a dozen times. At one point a panzer company broke through to the British gun line, but was destroyed by the gunners firing over open sights. I think I may have gained a moral victory...