A beautiful early Sunday morning, I handed out my map, then placed it on the top of the gun, where I can only write and or draw. I woke my driver, Kaminsky, a half Russian-American kid who really mastered is skills in driving our beast. Stuart, the "grandfather" in the tank, is not-a-really good guy when he saw any German tank passing through, his the only best gunner in our platoon. Then looks like someone stepped on our beauty.
"I told ya to knock on the door." I said, smiling. "Sorry then, but there's no door." He laughed. "Neil, feed our beast, we'll clean the gore the Germans left on our Sherman, just don't wake Kaminsky."
"Why?" he asked.
"He'll probably smash his vodka bottle onto your head, he's a bit drunk." I explained.
"O that drunkard. Russians really." He said, with a laughing smile. Unexpectedly, I heard roaring engines, I then took my binoculars to take a quick look, both the land, the river, and the sky. "STUKAS!" someone cried. I got back inside the turret, I saw Kaminsky stood over, started the vehicle, I smiled, but with terror. We're all terrified. Stuart came out of the turret, and then loaded the Browning. He then pointed on one of the diving planes, then started shooting. Then I saw Panzer IVs rushing to start their damn defense again. "Pray to Jesus fellas." I told them. "It might be our last meeting here. I know Jesus will take us very soon. Get ready." Every vehicle moved, I then asked Kaminsky if he felt better than last night, he said a yes. "Well, then Kaminsky, move the beast!" I cried. "Let's go take the bridge!" shouted Stuart, closing the gunner's hatch, Then asked: "Where are the damn shells?"
"Oi schiße, Neil forgot to-"
"Damn it Nelson!"
"Sorry Grandpa"
But then luck showed, we forgot that he placed extra shells underneath on his chair. He then laughed, both with joy and terror. "Look at this Nelson! Luck!" he cried. "Thank you Lord."
Two planes passed, both American and British, proudly flew overhead, then up the very sky, you will see white lines, a spine-chilling view to see. "The B-24 bombers I see." I said. "Its not the time to enjoy the view comrade!" Kaminsky cried. The last thing I said before closing the hatch, was: "Give 'em hell boys!"
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The Rolling Saint
Historische RomaneAs the U.S. 3rd Army is pushing through the Heart of Germany, they withstand the German defense on the last bridge to cross the Rhine, The Ludendorff Bridge. Join Nelson and his crew on an epic journey to Berlin, in their tank, the finest M4 Sherman...
