The radio in the S-3 track crackled. "Hello 15, Hello 15, over." "Hello 15, send your message, over." "Hello 15, about six tanks headed down the road along the woods, right into the Tare Fox position. Look like big boys. Last concentration is 5oo over, fire volley!" The cub placed harassing fire on the tanks but could not stop 'them. Our tanks, lights and mediums, began to stream through the battery positions going to the rear. "We can't stop 'em with these damn 76'5," the tankers shouted. The batteries trained their guns on the road as it came out from behind' the hill, and loaded with H. E. A. T. One battery fired mixed white phosphorous and H. E. "Got one on fire with WP!" the cub shouted. On the right over the hill at the task force CP, a 90 mm tank opened up. "Two more are stopped!" from the cub. "The others are turning around going back now." The clenched fingers around the lanyards relaxed a little. "God, that was close? Thank God for the 90's!" I saw the three Tiger Royals this morning. Huge bastards! Did you hear General Rose was killed?! I heard it too. Those SS bastards! He sure put this division on the map. Wonder who'll take over now. General Hickey, 1 guess. Couldn't be a better man to fill Rose's shoes. Hear the old man was with General Rose when he was killed. Sure hope he's okay. He's been with us through thick and thin.