“Can you believe this shit ? ” Krockover chirped for the 5th time in as many minutes into his headset as he steered the new M1 Abrams down the wooded road. Muttering as he peered into his vision blocks [periscopes] that supplemented the DID nav system. We get the shit jobs- Always."
The T-80 was faster. [Soviet initiative using Staggered optional initiative rules]
She fired while the T-64’s behind her popped smoke, her shots rocketed up the hill at the M1’s on the crest of Hill 7.21. The rising shot slams into the third tank in Mosleys platoon, just 25 meters away. The shot smashes white hot into the side of the hull. Separating the turret from the hull completely in a sickening explosion. Mosely scrunches his eyes closed as Land, Curtis and King’s body’s spin like rag dolls 20 feet into the air.
The smell of oil and steel still surrounds him as he opens his eyes….alive. That's three shots we have taken and survived… how many more can we take? He wonders.