I pass a M113 troop transport; it had been destroyed, and I sure hope the troops in that transport were dismounted before the attack. I continue to move up as part of my squads wedge; we really should be in line formation as we crest each hill and battle closer to the city but I’m not the squad leader, it’s not my call.
I crest another hill and see the M1A1 engaging enemy positions in front of us. The smoke and the fire are beautiful, and the sound of the 120mm round exiting the big gun is awe inspiring.
I can almost smell the burnt gunpowder. We have successfully taken the first town and have received orders to take the second.
