A young man makes a name for himself. He mastered the art of Panzerkampf and was feared by the enemies he was facing in matches.
But was it all skill?
Let's just say that all good things must come to an end...
(This is a fun book so don't expect a g...
In a forest was something hiding. A predator waiting for its prey. A camouflaged barrel showed itself from the bushes. And in front of it was a road.
The steel monster was patiently waiting...
?: when I was a little child, a group of boys were caught stealing from the local shop.
A small group of British tanks were now driving on the road. Three Churchill tanks and two valentines...
?: my father was furious when he found out.
The barrel of the tank now aimed at the tank leading the convoy. It was a Churchill tank.
?: but I didn't steal anything... I protested.
The turret locked and the gun was ready to fire.
?: maybe he said.
The tank fired it's main gun and the shell hit the side of the Churchill tank. It immediately got knocked out and stopped the convoy from advancing.
?: but you were there.
The tank now aimed at the last tank and fired at it. The shell pierced the Churchill's turret and got knocked out. The valentines and the last Churchill were now trapped and the steel beast took advantage of that.
Three more shells were fired and three more tanks were knocked out.
A satisfied commander in German uniform was looking out of the commanders cupola.
?: my name is Peter Müller. Commander of the Tiger tank 237 and I was there.
The tiger tank exited its position and relocated.
Timeskip
Peter POV
Arno now drove our dirty Tiger back into the hangar. We got one for ourselves because we have proven that we're one of the best.
My crew consisted out of my driver Arno Schroif, my gunner Joseph Schultz, my loader Alfred Litzke and Dieter Berndt the radio operator.
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I then told my crew that they have some free time now because it's the duty of the commander to clean the tank after the battle. Besides my boys deserve their rest.
They thanked me and exited the hangar. I then started to clean the dirt from the tracks and hull.
Cleaning it wasn't really difficult with the right tools. Now let's get to the important stuff...
I walked up to our cannon and grabbed the brush with the bucket of white paint.
I then started to add more rings to the gun.
Peter: that's another 12 kills for Stefan.
We called our Tiger tank Stefan. He will always have a special place in our heart. He rarely disappoints us when it truly matters.
