Tank conks out at a vital crossroads, so vital they’re the only one’s there. SS Battalion, every third man carrying a Panzerfaust over his shoulder, comes marching over the hill. They then proceed to chuck their Panzerfausts down and charge the solitary tank like Zulus at Rorke’s Drift… when there’s only half a dozen left one of the brighter ubermensh goes back and gets one. Titt pops out of the tank’s lid to finish ’em off, gets shot three times in the chest with a sniper’s rifle. Pops back inside, with enough breath left, to give the obligatory last surviving rookie ‘Wardaddy’s’ (yep, that’s Titt’s name in this epic) version of the Gettysburg Address… absolute drivel.
"Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"
"I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"