The transfers

Chapter 2

Otto turned in the thick sticky mud and begun to walk off towards towards the organisers van, I turned to my crew " you cab all go do what you like now, but please be back for 1700 as that's when we need to leave!" "Ja commandant!" They replied. So they also began to walk off but I decided to remain in place and my mind began to wonder. Suddenly I felt a thump against my back, I turned around and saw a familiar face, it was Emilia! "Hello silly!" I chirped she quickly laughed "looking at your phone eh?" "Yeah got a bit distracted...." She said looking slightly embarrassed "it's alright! Anyway I have to go now so, bye silly" "alright bye!" Emilia replied. I turned back around and began to walk to our tank and I though 'I'll go wash our tank!' Before slightly quickening my pace. As my tank came into view I realised just how dirty it was, there was almost zero of the multi-colour Camo showing through the thick layers of Scottish mud accumulated during the heavily mobile battle. So I pulled out my phone and clicked into WhatsApp:

Me: alright everyone I'll go get our tank cleaned just remember be back for 5pm?
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I turned my phone off and I walked over to our tank, with mud squelching under my feet. I leaned over the tracks side and top panelling and pulled the key out my pocket and reached over with my key and placed it in the lock and turned, a audible deep click emitted from the lock meaning the drivers position was now accessible, so I let go of the key and swung my left leg over onto the panelling and pushed up with my arms then swung my right leg to the left then I pushed myself up to a crouched position. Then I opened the drivers hatch carefully then I removed the key out the hatch before clambering down into the tank.

I looked around me at all the gauges switches and electronics and I felt admiration for whoever made this complex machine, before taking the key and inserting it into the ignition and turning it. A quick hard rumble shook the tank before a small ploume of white ghost coloured smoke emerged in the rear-view mirrors. I then effortlessly pushed the gear lever into forwards and pushed the accelerator down lightly and I began to move forwards the engine beginning to get louder and the tanks turbos began to spool up with a loud whine.

I pulled the steering wheel to the right and effortlessly the tank turned aswell. After several minutes I arrived at the staging area which was just the concrete slab connected to the taxiway in an airport and I pulled up to a powerwasher set up near a water supply. Then I halted the tank with a lurch and I thought 'need a bit more training on driving then eh?' Then I clambered out of the drivers position then a sudden THUMP as I hit my head on the barrel of the gun, I groaned in pain before swiftly dismounting the tank and locking up the hatches and walking around to the left side of the tank. I then grabbed the handle and attached a foam cannon onto the tip of the nozzle, then I turned the machine on which began to emit a loud almost compressor like noise which came from the water pump. I then turned to my tank and pulled the handle, shortly after a stream of foamy bubbles erupted from the end and began to land on the tank. After applying soap everywhere I removed the foam attachment from the nozzle and then turned back to my tank and began to wash the soap away which turned as brown as the dirt as it went down the drains.

After a long while of cleaning the tank I was finished, the tank was completely clean. I looked upon my washing work and I was happy with my work. 'It's almost time to leave' Then I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted the group chat: "Get to the tank staging area now! We need to leave it's 1645!" They all quickly read the message. No sooner I looked up Micheal was emerging from the crest of the hill into the staging area, I walked over to meet him "how was your time then?"

He replied "It was pretty alright actually, mostly talked to others in our ranks actually!" "Ah cool, have you seen the others?" He began to look more worried "no?" "I think we will just have to wait then, if you don't mind checking the fuel levels that will be great! But I'll be prepping the turret for boarding the plane, okay?" He nodded and walked past me as I turned back around and I began to clamber up to the commanders hatch.