It was a hot day in the town of Tobruk. Every day was a hot day. Tim knew his way around Tobruk now, he had been fighting here for a while. Long enough that the Germans were backing up the Italians. Tim stayed in a small hole in the ground during the night. Which is why they were nicknamed the rats of Tobruk. He reloaded his gun, taking a sip of his canteen. It was much different to Australia, but also quite simular.