National Geographic : 1941 Jul
Around the Clock with Your Soldier Boy angry lions. Only can non can stop them (page 18). "This Armored Force strikes with a power no mere flesh, blood, and courage can re sist," said an officer. "Our combat strat egy involves a spear head of 10,000 men, firing 19,000 separate weapons, all hurled ir resistibly forward by 2,500 armored vehicles tied together by a nerv ous system of some 600 radio sending and re ceiving sets." Napoleon, like our great Civil War lead ers, struck hard with heavy cavalry. Heavy cavalry on wheels is what this force is, plus can non, airplanes-many things. Spraying hot lead, these tanks rush at you at 35 miles an hour. Their threat to run smack over you is terrifying enough, be sides the fact that in two hours each can shoot its own weight in balls and bullets. "Boys must like tanks to make good drivers," said a ser geant. "Farm boys, used to tractors, learn U. S. Army Signal Corps, Oincial Two More Attractive Features of Life in the Army Left to right. Secon Second Lieut. Frances Army Nurse Corps. I quickly. Their fathers Kentucky (page 26). before them monkeved with reapers, binders, and model T's, so these kids hang around our shops even on Sun days, asking more questions about the tanks. . .They make up nicknames, too; that tank with twin turrets they call Mae West." I felt as if I were lifting the hood of my own automobile and trying to crawl in with the engine when I first let my clumsy self down through a tank turret: machinery all around-radio sets, a cannon, machine guns, steering gear; slots to peer through; and four cramped men, heads padded in crash helmets. Yell as you will inside a moving tank; nobody hears you. Too loud a roar comes from its radial airplane motor. Some tankers say they can't even hear the d Lieut. Irene V. Offenburger of Columbus, Ohio, and L. Bryant, from Louisville, Kentucky, both of the 'hey are on duty at the Army hospital in Fort Knox, bullets that hit them when, in sham battle, they close shutters and let the "enemy" shoot. Others say they have heard-that it sounds like woodpeckers! Peering from his turret, the commander guides the driver with kicks. Not mule kicks -just smart taps. One on the left shoulder means turn left; right, turn right. On the head, stop. In the middle of the back, go forward. This is because, when a steel shutter is lowered to keep out bullets, but little vision is left to the driver. I quickly saw the value of these shutters because, when we crashed the trees, my shutter was still open and pieces of broken limbs punched in and jabbed at my face.