It is hard to explain about the relationship tankers develop
with their tanks and fellow crew members.
When I first reached Fort Knox, Kentucky in the fall of
1985, I remember the first time I saw a tank.
We were in basic training walking along the side of the road when a tank
column rolled by heading down the street.
They literally shook the ground.
The tankers were all wearing mirrored shades and looked too cool to be
human. Someday if I was lucky I was
going to be one of those guys.
Basic training and AIT (Tank School) were combined. We were blessed with eighteen weeks of the
same Drill Sergeants. We began training
on the tanks right from the start.
Which ended up being a major lesson in Army training for when we
graduated arrived at our first duty station they asked to see our tank training
manuals. We dug them out of our duffel
bags and the Sergeant took them and threw them in the trash. Tank training actually started then and
there. In Basic Training we were taught
how to use track jacks to put the tracks back together. In the real Army a driver drives the tracks together
and uses a method similar to holding a stick shift vehicle still on a hill
using the clutch to hold the tracks together while you hammer end connectors on
the track blocks. This is Very dangerous
but very fast and effective.
We learned every trick learned through years of actual
combat training to fix, rig, patch, and make shit work fast and efficiently. In combat seconds count and there is no Armor
protecting you when you’re outside of the tank.
Tank drivers learn the do’s and don’ts of driving a tank without
throwing a track. The Grunts used to
ask if they could get a ride and the standard answer was, “Hell yeah! You guys keep the bullets from chipping the
paint.”
Gunners and loaders practice things such as vacuum
loading. This is where the loader will
hold a main gun round over the back of the gun so when the main gun fires and
the breach opens automatically ejecting the spent round to the floor the loader
lets go of the front of the round he was holding. It will fall and the vacuum from the gun tube
will suck the round into the breach.
When the rim at the back of the gun round hits the release levers it
automatically closes the breach.
Essentially you just automatically reloaded a 120 millimeter gun. The loader yells, “UP!” The Gunner yells, “On the way!” Hits the triggers and sixty tons of armor
jumps again essentially the tank could load and fire as fast as the loader can
grab another round and lift it over the gun and the gunner can sight in on a
new target. We used to be able to pop
off five to six main gun rounds in less than a minute accurately hitting our
targets.
Let me put that in perspective. The tank holds 60 main gun rounds, at just
five rounds a minute the tank will be out of ammo in just twelve minutes. That’s plenty of time because the average
life expectancy on the battlefield is measured in seconds. If you get ten minutes you lived a blessed
life.
When you’re in training they tell you that firing a tank is
the closest thing to sex with a machine you will ever experience. Being young, in excellent shape physically,
and able to effectively have sex all night, you think ‘No Way.’ I remember the first time I fired a tank it
felt emotionally the same way you do just as you climax, it was as good as sex
but with no mess! OMG! No foreplay, no feelings, just you and a
really big freaking gun that a trained crew could throw some majorly serious
shit down range very fast. When you’re
sitting in the Gunners seat looking through the gun sights with your head
pushed against the cushions around the sights and you yell, “On The Way!” You squeeze those triggers and the tank
jumps. Flames and smoke roll out the barrel. The dirt around the tank for about a fifty
foot diameter rises to about three feet off the ground from the shock
wave. It’s like having sex with a
machine! You just can’t understand it until
you do it.
Essentially a tank is sixty tons of exquisitely engineered
machinery covered in space age armor. It’s
a machine, but it’s not alive, it has no soul and doesn’t even respect the crew
members. It will kill you in a second if
you’re not careful at every step. With a
trained crew it becomes a beast. A
living breathing sneaking killing beast.
It can see in the dark under any conditions. It can see your heat signature through the
dark, fog or smoke. It can drive through
a freaking building, forge small rivers by driving right through the bottom of
them. It can go across mud monster trucks
can’t get through at forty plus miles per hour and cross flat terrain at over
seventy miles per hour. She can shoot on
the move accurately and engage multiple targets simultaneously. You spend so much time training with your
tank crew members you know them better than your own family. You get that unspoken communication thing
like married couples as the four of you work together to make this beast a
living breathing hunting machine.
Life expectancy of the tank on an active battlefield is
measured in seconds as it is the biggest threat on the ground. Everything else pales to taking out the
freaking tank. They attack in groups
with massive ground support to help protect them and give them the precious
seconds to wreak havoc and gain superiority through shock and awe. They do that job very well. They are like hell on earth rolling over
everything in their path and blowing the shit out of everything else.
When I saw this picture of a Russian man visiting his old
tank from World War II I knew the feelings I would feel seeing my old tank
again. I recently was visited by T.J.
Hooker my old friend and fellow tank crewman from my army days. We didn’t have to talk a lot – we could look
at each other and know. We had a
relationship forged in Armor from way back!
That picture stirred my heart and inspired this post. My
heart goes out to soldiers everywhere but I have a special place in my heart
for the men of ARMOR!
A Shout out to the First of the Second Cav, and “Hell on
Wheels” of the Third Armor Division.
May God Bless You. Nobody prays for peace more than the soldier!
2 comments:
Awesome story sir! I always wanted to be a tanker like you were, but I realized that I can't. Anyway! I learned things about being a tanker today. Thank you for your service!
Thank you Brother for the memories I miss being out the live Firing! Great way to explain it! Your right too just unexplainable the feeing especially the first time... Its always the first time that feels the best!
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