Somewhere in France a US tank has run out of fuel. Four fellow members of its division quickly arrive with a helping hand. |
"Boy you guys got here quick! That's good too, I want to get this tub moving before any big brass shows up and chews me out for holding up the column. I guess somebody really messed up at the last refueling." |
"Say Captain, any idea where we're headed to? I mean I know the general direction we're headed, but what's in store for us when we get there?" |
"You know they never tell me anything. Word on the street though is we're bodyguards for somebody awfully important." |
"Bodyguards, huh? If somebody that important is in our midst that they need all this armor, for safety I guess I'd better get that fuel in there quick." |
To be continued... |