Word: pullen
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...yard hurdles: Weston Flint (H); Tom Smith (Y); Lloyd Pullen (Y). Time...
...Sergeant Pullen's tank looked just like the eight other light tanks in Company D: a squat, 27,000-lb monstrosity of one-inch armor, five guns, a single turret, a 250-h.p. radial engine, gasoline tankage for about 70 miles of combat operation at 10-35 m.p.h. It was painted a dirty brown. It was not beautiful in any sense. When Sergeant Pullen tried to put his feeling for his tank into words, he would say with passion that he would feel like beating in the face of anybody who tried to take his tank. He alone knew...
...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...
...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...