"Does she check out driver?"
"Yessir."
"Start it,"
"Yessir."
I hear the engine turn over, a few pistons catch, and the Tiger grumble angrily to life. It sits for a few moments. Then we lurch to the right, the engine roaring at a mid tone. The combat tracks are bundled on the engine deck. We advance slowly off of the flat rail car and on to the concrete ramp. Other vehicles are already waiting.
"Alexi, connect us to the platoon," I say over the engine's racket.
"Yes sir... And, there we go!"
The tank aligns itself parallel to the train, and towards the dirt path that leads to the rest of camp. I turn and observe the other vehicles rolling off of their rail cars.
A Kubelwagen rolls up onto the platfrom. A man gets out.
"Captain Aust!" he says, saluting.
I return a sloppy salute.
"To the firing range," I call down to him.
He nods and hops back into the kubelwagen.
"Company, advance to the firing range, follow the Kubelwagen."
I observe something I had not noticed, there were two engines pulling this train, not one. I noted it as being odd and dismissed it.
"Tiger 101, report to the firing range when you're finished,"
The Kugelwagen drives through part of the camp, eventually leading the column to the firing range, half a mile from the camp and facing away into a hillside. about a dozen and a half vehicles fall into a line facing the hill.
"Crew, combat tracks,"
I hop out of the tank, and on to the engine deck. Eyes and Strong hop out too, and jump to the ground. I shove on bundle of the combat tracks off the side, and do the same to the other. They're loving heavy. We begin the tedious process of replacing the tracks.
