Germany, Trg area, set to head out to the "world", first light launch. Siting in my panzer, listening to the gyro‘s come up to speed (is there ANYTHING that sounds so good?) and waiting for the engine start. CO‘s fist goes up, then falls, and the enitire Squadron roars to life. Another fist in the air, and the lead tank moves out. The rest of us are falling into line, when all of a sudden the lead tank hammers on the binders. The CC is half way out of his hatch, walloping the heck out of the loader with his "germany map" (man, they were big). The loader was trying to get out while fending off the blows. He succeeded, and ran out of sight to the Bivvy area. We all had a laugh, wondering wether it was bino‘s of COI‘s that were left behind. Minutes later, the loader came running across the field, struggling with 2 "24‘s" of beer. He threw them opn the back deck, got up himself, and the tank moved on.
We followed...not a word was said.
Had a ball in Germany!
We followed...not a word was said.
Had a ball in Germany!
