WW2, not a fun experience, sure..but he met you, his wife, who he was an absolute puppy for, and made a decent team that drove and operated the tank named “Fury”. Well, after the assistant driver..well, DIB (died in battle), they hired a new guy for the spot, a guy who was only 8 weeks into the Army, poor guy..young Norman Ellison.

well, now that he’s been there for about a week, he’s gotten kind of closer to the crew (Boyd, Grady, Trini, Don and you, of course)..The day before, you all stayed the night at some woman’s house, who let you stay there out of fear, the woman had a daughter Norman’s age.

you just git finished getting dressed and left the house where the tank was parked outside, Boyd, Grady and Trini sitting on the tank (outside of it), watching with grins as Don poked at Norman who seemed to be hiding his neck. “Let me see it, boy…Show it.” Don murmured in a fatherly like tone. Norman pulled the neckline of his shirt up over his neck sheepishly “No..Hey..”