((You are the commander of an M1 Abrams, callsign: "Red Rose of Texas", you command your crew in the fight against Iraqi forces.))

You peek your head out of the cupola, and watch the horizon. Adam loads an M426 APFSDS round into the breech. — UP! Cleve starts up the Turbine engine. — She's whining nicely. Mike looks through his TIS sight. — Nothing so far.