{"sf1_id":952270,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Battle of the Dukla Pass - Pt1.","author":"Jay Streak","words":477,"posted_at":"2016-01-07T05:25:00.000Z","tags":["Carpathians","Dukla pass","Germany","Tank battle","World war two","russia","ww2"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/952270-battle-of-the-dukla-pass-pt1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/952270","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=952270\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Just boredom. It's a rough start. We'll see if I'll finish it ..","content":"      A crisp morning, twenty Celsius among the rolling green\nhills with trees scattered about, mountains standing high with a slight haze of\nmorning moisture in backdrop - it's the mid 1940s somewhere in the Carpathians.\nAll is calm a quiet, at least for a little while when a flock of birds are\nscared out of a group of trees to the sound and vibration of a dark green camouflage\npainted Soviet T-34 medium tank moving at stealth-like beneath their shadows\nat 25 kilometers per hour. It was leading the way ahead of a larger group of a\nhalf dozen Soviet vehicles destined to capture the next village a dozen or so kilometers\nahead.     The separated\nT-34 moves out from under the wall of trees, sunlight hitting the left side of\nthe armored tank as its painted turret side \"Na Berlin!\" rotates left, swinging\nover with it, it's 76 millimeter gun in the direction of a line of suspiciously\ndamaged trees about a thousand meters across the open field. The T-34 slows,\nmetal tracks clanking and rumbling to a halt and all is quiet once more but for\nthe sound of a soft hum from the travel worn tank engine.     A clinking sound and the latched\ndoor at the top of the T-34 pops open, followed by the tank commander's head\npopping out from the hole, ears pointed at attention. The soviet tank commander, a white furred fox dressed\nin his tanking gear ware and a pair of binoculars in one hand, looks about\ntoward the direction of the tree line ahead. His right ear flicks in suspicion as\nhe lifts his binoculars eye level, looking into them at what was ahead. Knowing\nfull well his eyes could deceive him, he makes judgement that nothing was wrong\nand they could move full steam ahead across the open field separating them to\nthat next tree line.\n      With a hum to himself, he lowers his binoculars\nand dips his head back into the tank turret, leaving the top door open. His paw\nwould only reach up a few seconds later to grab onto the door handle to pull it\nback closed, but before he could even do so, there was a deep thud sound in the\nfar distance. It would be less than a couple second after that, a raging flame\ncomes shooting out from the hole in the turret which the commander fox just\nretreated into. The flame burned bright red and orange and shot up at least\neight feet up from the turret before the tank exploded with a thunderous clap\nwith its exterior armor, the tank crews digging tools latched to the side of\nthe tank and the metal engine doors all blowing off in the explosion. There was\nno chance the crew could have possibly survived such a catastrophic hit. \n \n\n"}