Throughout the entire day there had been nothing; no action, no shooting or even artillery, just the autumn breeze and a dog barking back in town. It was the kind of calm Philipp enjoyed, but rarely got.
Philipp's Panzer IV was positioned near the outskirts of Bialystok, almost like an observation post. From where they were they could see for at least two miles straight ahead, and they were instructed to report any sign of Soviet armor or infantry. Philipp, a man of few words, was ok with the job. He enjoyed the serenity and peace, and although he knew that he'd be the first to know when the Soviet's attacked, whether it be with mortars, infantry, or both.
But until that day came, Philipp would sit tight and watch, occasionally taking a drag of a cigarette from the pack in Hanel's pocket.