Oberstleutnant Klaus Heinrich had been up very early this morning. He listened to the morning briefing from his operations officer, intelligence officer and political officer. The coffee was strong just the way he liked it. He climbed into his T-80 Panzer, the wonderful machine designed by his Russian comrades. He was proud of his posting to this unit.

The unit meandered behind it reconnaissance unit along the snaking route through the mountains just west of the famed 1K zone of One Kilometer zone separating East and West Germany. He felt the tension stiffen in the crew compartment of his panzer as soon as the 1K zone was in their rear view. He passed the wrecked M1 Abrams, M3 Bradleys, BMPs and Panzers of his comrades; the ones who fought with the American armored cavalry forces near the border. He thought he M1 wasn’t that intimidating looking. It allayed his fears.

The column of vehicles climbed the hill. The Russian engines whining as they pulled the 43 ton armored vehicle up the hill. Shortly after reaching the top, his radio crackled to life with reports of enemy panzers and infantry fighting vehicles sightings. He immediately contacted his Fire Support Officer and Air Liaison Officer. It appeared the unit would be going into action soon enough. 

[@CaptainBritton][@Gunther]