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...unit from Harlem, is having a year's training. The men of the 369th get more from their band than most regiments do. Almost every night they hear a jam session, almost hot enough to melt the icicles on the recreation barracks. The band's leaders are Sergeant Reuben B. Reeves and Private Otis Johnson-onetime trumpeters in Cab Galloway's and Don Redman's orchestras...
...front of the new post theatre the column swung to the left, up the steps. Inside, sergeants fell out, candidates took seats in the front rows in alphabetical order. Husky Master Gunnery Sergeant Nick Peschi, leaning on the rail in back of the theatre, watched his straight-backed students file down the aisle, looked around at his brother noncoms and grinned a satisfied grin...
...order rang down the 68th's columns: "Turn 'em over!" Sergeant Pullen and his crew leaped into their tank. He ordered the driver out of his seat on the left side, took the controls himself. When a tank is buttoned up (i.e., the turret top and ports are closed) the driver's only vision is through two tiny (one-inch by four-inch) slits in the inch-thick armor. Peering through the main gun port, the tank commander in the turret actually guides the tank by varying foot signals to the driver (to start, a light kick...
...settled into a gentle rumble. The odor of warm oil, warm metal filled the crowded tank; then the steady, rhythmic, lulling scrunch of the gears. Behind the motorized infantry, the motorcyclists, the trim anti-tank guns, the 68th moved into line, went past The Old Man at 20 m.p.h. Sergeant Pullen drove like a virtuoso, keeping his tank dressed with the four others on his left, watching the field for holes or stumps which would give him and his men a bashing blow against the steel walls...
Suddenly the column stopped; the 68th, safely past The Old Man, had turned into a wood. "Dismount!" Sergeant Pullen and his men took a quick snack of sandwiches and apples, remounted, ran peacefully back to Company D's tank park. In column-of-three, the tanks edged precisely into place, each centred over a white stake. Major Kengla repaired to the orderly tent, saw that his men had hot coffee and a delayed lunch. He fidgeted. Everybody in Company D fidgeted. Sergeants made up excuses to drift into the orderly room, drifted out unsatisfied. Then the word came, first...