[Panzermacher]

"Schiesse!" I mumble from my pillow. "What Arschloch is shooting off weaponry this early in the morning?" I know now that the last bottle of that sweet wine...should have been left on the counter! Groggily, I pull on my uniform, a small voice tells me where there is shooting, there are enemy. One doesn't stay alive long by dropping one's guard, especially when one has done 2 years on the Ostfront! I find my 98k and make sure its loaded. The other guards look at me strangely, but these pups would crap there drawers if it was Ivan outside. "Ringel!", I holler at my assistant section leader,"Get my section formed, we are going to see what the shooting is about."