A shell boomed in front.
Widening his ports, Dennison observed a Sherman ejecting shoelaces of black smoke; as he drew nearer flames spouted and enveloped the tank completely.
Go on, came the signal.
Dennison leaned back in his seat and wet his lips with his tongue ... destroy ... shall we destroy?
I suppose there's a lot of tall grass in Wisconsin.
She wants ...
The terrain is solid ... no road ... fields ... Gex is a mile or so in front ... the radio was crackling ... Landel at the dials ... the Lee rolled and rolled again ... they passed under trees ... they passed a giant barn with two cows visible in a stall ... there were no hedgerows ... they passed a country school ... they passed a row of burning homes and rolled into Gex ...
Gex ... Gex ... what about the guys who had burned to death in that Sherman?
Gex ...
God, it was raining hard.