As the soldiers of the Charlemagne Army in the royal capital rushed out of their barracks to defend their rights, more than 100 kilometers south of the royal capital near a narrow pass, Private Second Class Gunther Weber, who was holding the shell rack, wondered, what was his commander observing?
The loader, located at the rear right of the tank, was arguably the dreariest member of the crew. Aside from a pile of shined ammunition and the glimpses of the gunner's face and the commander's respectable backside, there was nothing much to see. Judging from the lieutenant's position, he was apparently not scouting for the enemy.
Corporal Karl Wagner, the gunner who was closer to the command tower, noticed Lieutenant Weitman tugging at his collar and quietly sighed.
"Neck disease."
