Living near the atnk museum I go over periodically. Every time I see the bloody great Tiger I wince! But what I cannot understand is this...How the hell did we ever travel on the back of the Shermans into battle...If you look at a sherman it is impossible to hang on.

Then again, how in heavens name did I drive a halftrack at night to get the battle orders.

Little rectangular window, bloody great big heavy thing...Yet somehow we did.
sapoper