The rest of 2nd Tank Company is out on the open steppes. You can see the last German HT that was hit by 2nd Tank Company burning on the horizon. Watching the smoke rise lazily into the afternoon air, knowing that men have died by your hand.
Still there is business at hand. This game of death is far from over on this afternoon.
The gunners are getting anxious. Radio traffic in the command tanks is intense since the first viewing of the German elephants. As the minutes slip past and the sun beats down, sweat runs down the back of your neck and tickles your nerves all the way down your spine.
Each moment ticks off like a day. The buzzing of insects and the flutter of birds puts a false calm to a day that will bring death to some of my comrades an friends. Maybe it will bring death to me as well.
If so, I ask only that I die a hero's death and take as many of the Fascist beasts as possible with me. If that's my end I die happy and will have avenged my parents who died in Kharkov earlier this spring.
Good Hunting.
MR

The most expensive thing in the world is free time.
Founder of HSG scenario design group for Combat Mission.
Panzer Command Ostfront Development Team.
Flashpoint Campaigns: Red Storm Development Team.