In the early spring of the slavic parts of Europe, the sun started to shine at it's former glory of the summer. The clouds starting to pile up at one side of the horizon, so it's evident that the mortals of the world will get blessed by some coolness at last...
The blows of the wind from the sky are starting to appear, making the temperature more bearable to the people in the area... But in one specific path, there is a humanized CFV, walking while cleaning the barrel of her automatic gun with a cleaning rod, pushing it in and out slowly to clean her gun carefully for he next advance...
M3A3 Bradley: "..."
Since she's in the known perimeters of the allies, she started trying to be oblivious to whatever sound that crosses her ears. It is somewhat stupid...