Andrew's POV
"Rise and shine!" Jesse tells me. I get up in a hurry, usually Jesse doesn't wake me up this early. Something must be going on. As I get ready, Jesse tells me that last night the camp was attacked. He says that a group of Axis soldiers had snuck past our gaurd towers and bombed a bunker full of Russian troops.
We arrive at the mess hall for breakfast. Paul, Edgar, and Louis are already eating. Jesse and I sit next to them and start to eat our food. "Did you hear what happened last night?" Edgar asks us. "Yeah, I told him when he woke up." Jesse replies. I still cant believe that a whole bunker of soldiers was killed. "Attention Soldiers, as most of you already know, a whole cohort of Russian soldiers was killed last night. The authorities in this camp are investagating this act of cowardice and we will send out some troops to counter those Axis bastards." The General of Arms says to the room of troops. The room irrupts in cheers and our table is a big part of this commotion. "Do you know what this means, guys?" Edgar asks us. "Hell yeah! We are going to finally get out of this shithole of a camp." Jesse yells. "Exactly, we have to prepare the tank and get ready for anything out there." Edgar tells us. Finally, we get to get out of this place. I've hated staying here since the first day.
When breakfast ends and everyone goes to their job locations, Jesse and I walk to the hangar to see what we can do to prep our tank. We walk up to it, and Louis is already there. He has the main cannon covered up by a tarp and won't tell us what is under it. "We have to wait for the rest of the crew, I added a personal touch to this baby." Louis tells us. A few minutes pass, and Edgar and Paul arrive at the hangar. "Ok! You guys know how I'm from California right?" Louis asks us. We all nod. "Good! Ok, so what I did was add a little 'personal flare' to our tank right here." Louis continues. "So what I did was," Louis starts to pull the tarp off "I gave our tank right here a little nickname." The tarp comes off and we all stare at the main cannon. "This is greatest name ever, I mean, right after mine." Edgar says. The word 'Yosemite' is painted in bright white paint on the main cannon. "I I I don't know what to say, how did you get paint all the way out in the middle of no where Poland?!" Paul asks. "A magician never reveals his tricks." Louis says. This tank is our life now, it deserved a name. Yosemite is perfect for it.
That night at dinner, the General of Arms announces who will be going out of the camp. Of course, we are at the top of the list along with four other tanks. "The best of the best" is what the General called us. "Tell us something we don't know already, General!" Jesse yells out. The General just rolled his eyes. "The men that are on this list will head out at 5 o'clock in the morning in two days time, prepare yourselfs men, this is very important to us." This is one of the greatest moments I've ever had in my time here in the war. We will give those Axis bastards what they deserve. They will all fear the tank called Yosemite.
