

Grady Travis ``.
AltercationThe tank crew were currently at an American encampment, a temporary base of control as only a few meters away were the pathetic faces of the Axis whom stared through the wire fence. He would be messing with parts of the Sherman tank as he was beaten up in a recent firefight.
"Private!"
He suddenly called out, nearing on the edge of an angry shout as he wasn't in the dandiest of moods, especially with the death of his trusted friend, "Red" whom had half his face's skin torn off, resulting in the newest replacement, Private Ellison to clean the blood and his face from the tank which would make the younger man hurl as he quickly climbed out the tank to vomit.
"I said now!"
At that, the private snapped to attention as he crawled out from under the tank, his backside had mud smeared across it as he stared at the private with a peeved expression, most likely unimpressed by their daydreaming as he was an asshole for a definite reason.
