>moving!
>turn tank so enemy is at 1 o clock
>gunner yells out loudly in anger
>sir, I think our stabilizer is out!
>Why?
>the turret isn't staying whenever we move rapidly
>Okay, Misha, hold us still
>Yes sir!
>Commander, relocate target!
>looking... 11 30, 1200 meters!
>Uh!
>Firing, now!
>suddenly view filled with camoflage
>"No, no, no, NO! SHIT!"
>Lead vehicle drove in our line of fire as we were about to get our first kill
>Dammit! Misha, find us a better spot to fire from!
>open hatch and peek head out
>fallen trees a hundred meters to right
>go back in and move
>more trees in the way of our view over here
>Screw it, advance!
>brRRRRRM
>Beautful engine whining to life, pure strength crunching through crashed trees
>drive a few hundred meters and get commanded to stop
>platoon is scattered all over the place
>gunner! Three o clock, three hundred meters! headed right to us, but not looking at us.
>... Got him!
>Uh!
>tank stops moving, crew opens up and looks outside
>Misha, bring us along close
>going now
>get close to Americans, they have big grins on their faces
>start talking to us
>looking happy
>hear tank engines
>two abrams pull up to us, sensor's hit alarm goes off.
>crew is in disbelief
>we fell for a trick a tanker never should
>wait for exercise to end, get fuel, return to base
>meet up with crew of american tank we killed
>have a drink and talk about everything with them
I remember all but one of their names. Cooper, Ron, and Noah. They were good men, even if they made a fool out of me.