Back on german soil, OLt Losqualo already felt better. The fresh air and the warm sun helped him to forget his nightmares in the dessert. Because of his connections to Col. Housley he even got a new Tiger to command.
Right now he was sitting on the roof of the turret and scratched his head. His order told him to seek and destroy an enemy tank. And, you probably guessed it, that particular tank had painted a hawk to it's turret's side.
Since two platoons with the same sign couldn't exist, even not in the american army, it seemed the americans had lost sight of one of their platoons and that platoon was now scattered all over the world.
But no matter who his enemy was, HE, OLt Losqualo, the magnificant, the great, the beautyful, the conquerer of the dessert and of stalingrad (ooops :rolleyes: ), he would now show the world what german steel would do to american sheet metal. Instead of wealding face hardened steel plates together, they even had to cast their tanks! How far behind a nation could be in industrial knowledge! Hah!
(I like insults without a reason

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