Jeff_Ewing
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Joined: 7/16/2001 From: Staten Island, NY, wargame captial of the US Status: offline
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So, I'm reading Raymond Gantter's _Roll me over_, IMO, the best of the ETO infantry memoirs, and newly-minted Sgt. Gantter has a problem I suppose we've all faced in SPWAW:
"The situation was one of rare perfection--the tank only 50 yards away, travelling broadside to us, and moving slowly. Even in basic training you never get such a perfect bazooka shot. A few yards to my rear, my bazooka man crouched behind a shed. In a loud whisper I told him to hold his fire until the tank was directly in front of us. . .fire now! But nothing happened...
When it was gone, I ran back to find out what had gone wrong with the bazooka...the poor bastard told me he hadn't been *able* to fire becuase his assistant wasn't there to pull the saftey pin from the rocket...I told him to pull the goddamn pin himself (I could hear another tank approaching), and at that moment, the lost assistant appeared. I asked where he'd been, and he said he'd been looking for his bag of bazooka ammunition. What the hell did he mean 'looking for it'? I roared. Well, he'd put it down for a minute outside some house and then he'd gone and forgotten it...
There wan't time to properly ream him out...I told a grenadier to move to a position where he too could get a shot at the approaching tank. And *that* poor bastard had tears in his eyes as he showed me his grenade launcher, packed solid with mud."
Jeff
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