The scene is Autumn 1944. On recon toward the front, our wayward Greyhound drives up a rutted, muddy lane and lurches to a stop by the imposing hulk of an abandoned Panther. Clearly, by the familiar cartoon scrawled on a bent skirt propped on the battered hull, they aren't the first GIs to happen on this fallen giant. Annoyed and lost, the TC pops out for a smoke and glance at the map. Ever curious, his gunner scrambles to the top of the Panther's hull, and peers over the turret with his binoculars. With bemusement, the driver looks on, sure of only one thing, once the sightseeing is over that the mud up ahead is quickly going to become HIS problem. Or something like that......
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As always, opinions and suggestions for improvement are appreciated.
