You open the hatch of your tank's cupola to look outside, seeing the desert landscape. You can hear artillery and cannon fire far in the distance, but your orders right now are to hold position and stand-by, until new orders come in via radio. So far, all you've been getting are empty status reports from your neighboring tank. Berta(via radio): "Anton, zis is Berta. Firing sector klear, nothing on ze horizon...continuing our scan of ze horizon, over." You sit back down