CPT Shoe
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Joined: 2/13/2001 From: Fayetteville, NC, USA Status: offline
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Well there had better dang well not be any contact, as this is the first time I have met my pretty kitty... Isn't she purdy! I slip on my nomex gloves to complete my General Patton designed leather Tanker's outfit (The best thing that didn't come out of the war). I scratch my Kitty along her suspension and climb aboard the pristine late model Tiger (making sure I wipe my feet first) Somewhere at the other end of this very small and narrow map (reminds me of a time when I was attempting to maneuver a platoon of M60 tanks in a training area called "Doughboy City" behind the Berlin wall...when there was such a thing. Seems like you just start them up and start to roll, and it was time to turn them around again) lies that crazy guy with the love of the M4, of all things. Seem like a shame to ruin his nice museum piece, but a challenge is a challenge. I check my periscopes and make sure the turret swings freely, and adjust my seat in the turret. I question the driver and loader to make sure they are top notch and get a comfortable feeling. We are full up on ammo and everything meets my approval. "OK Jess, let's give it a go." "Driver, Move Out, Load AP" I feel the Tiger lurch into motion beneath my feet and the loader chimes a happy "AP Up".
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