Sorry Sir They're My Toys[Patty]

[Cathal Ackermen]

Location: Tank Repair stop, Normandy ,France
Time: 1:43 hours
Weather: Nice and cool. Good sleeping weather.



Long nights never ended well no matter what. Dreams never came to someone as there was no sleep for anyone. The cots seemed uncomfortable and unworthy for a person who didn’t anything but good for the division he served and wanted to be totally loyal to. Much had changed since the beginning of the war that was sought to be just Blitzkrieg warfare. Contraire though as Hitler opposed the others who wanted to end him.

Sleep was the inevitable as Cathol stirred in the green army issued cot. Even though he was part of the air force, Cathol had still needed to hang out at the Army bases dues to low rank and not being able to fly at all. Since this had happened he liked to spend most of his time repairing and toying around with the many toys to play with as all the others would say. Though he didn’t ever get caught nor want to people told about Cathol sneaking around to upgrade certain tanks and planes ECT. Most loved it but being caught could be embarrassing none the less.

What was now becoming of a good night sleep for the others was turning into a classic Cathol Ackermen type of night as he stirred up to his feet forwarding to rubbing his eyes. What was Cathol going to run off and try to toy around with tonight? He wasn’t sure but knowing that there had just been three new Shermans come in from combat along with the newly promoted Major Henry Patterson sent butterflies to his stomach making Cathol want to jump out of bed with toolbox in hand and basically “Play”.

Cathol threw himself to the floor as his hand reached under the cot through the rumish of scraps and garbage until he felt the tin and coolness of a tool box and the rattle of the tools inside. Luckily the room he slept in was empty and was still in need of at least one roommate. During the day when nothing to do you would find people sitting in there rooms upon the issued cots but Cathol would be alone as not many had seen his bunk all the way to the back of the hallway full of Cot and bunkrooms.

Walking to the door Cathol took very small and light steps to make sure no one would wake up at all. The door was just a curtain that was hung to keep some privacy in the small room and was easy to push out of the way quietly. The tool box was light yet made some noise whenever it hit the wall or Cathol took a heavy step therefore he tried to just take the lightest steps he could take making it easier to not be heard.

Right a crossed the quiet road now that wasn’t paved but spilled with rock and dirt sat the garage that hosted the new Sherman tanks from Mr. Patterson himself. Cathol let out a smile and continued to walk lightly until hitting the Dirt road. Finally he could trot a bit as the tools inside of the toolbox bounced up and down letting rattles that still couldn’t wake anyone up from the inside of the cot room .

The Garage was now the smell that filled Cathol’s nose and lungs. What a great smell he thought as the switch for the light was found by Cathol’s hand and flicked upward to the “on” position. The lights always took a little bit to warm up but this didn’t stop Cathol from feeling the Sherman Firefly’s metal side and letting out a sigh. He looked at the tracks knowing that at least he could tighten them and then move onto something else but as he crouched down nothing but footsteps echoed in the garage. What was that?

[MAJ Patterson]

Yet another day had passed and still the war carried on. Patterson had just returned from the front lines securing a concrete jungle. It hadn't been the toughest of assignments, but it was by far his longest to date. The casualties were slim but the P.O.W.s had been many. Patterson had returned to base turning in his railroad track ranks for a nice new golden oak leaf cluster, he smiled at the fact that he had worked his way a little bit higher on the ladder, but it didn't change his outlook on his men or their mission, but the pay raise was nice. It was his first night back on friendly soil, the moon was full and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, the kind of weather you planned night raids around, made guard duty easier, but it kept the Major awake.

Often Henry would vacate his room on sleepless nights at base and visit the garages. The garages that housed the 3ID's beasts of battle. Patterson had always preferred vehicular combat to that of infantry warfare, but his thoughts were of no concern when the orders came through, still he did his best with the options he was allowed. This night found him alongside the tanks under his command. He just leaned against them and thought of what he and his men had been through, what they still had to go through to earn their trip home...for good. The garage was dim and quiet...mostly. Patterson's eyebrow rose as he heard the faintest clicking of the exterior door. Someone was coming into the structure but it was the opposite door from the guards location. Who comes in here at this hour? Henry thought, excluding himself from the question he'd soon find the answer to.

Within a few moments the guard came marching into the other side of the garage and flicked the lights on then started making his way down the row of tanks. Patterson had perched himself on top of his command tank, a Sherman Firefly the Brits had felt the need to allow him to use, he loved the tank, just didn't get to use it as much as he wanted. The Major motioned toward the guard to grab his attention, the guard spotted him almost instantly and stopped to square himself away, Henry just waved the pleasantries off and gave him a thumbs up then mouthed the words 'I've got this.' the guard nodded and hesitantly walked back from where he came. Fact was Patterson had already found out who it was, had watched him walk around a bit before stopping at the very tank the Major was sitting atop, the darkness in the garage had hidden him from sight, but now that the light was on it should only be a matter of seconds before Ackerman looked up and noticed his commander looking down at him.

[Cathal Ackermen]

The tank easily stood out from the others. The brute force it could command with along with the just amazing size of the Cannon. The tanks were all lined up neatly looking as if the Commander actually cared about them deeply. It was funny how much one could be accustomed to these so called “Toys” for the boys in the U.S. military or even any military for that matter.

The green of the armor was nice and even the dirt and mud that had splattered up on the sides look normal. To Cathol everything that went onto a tank needed to be there to make the “Toy” of destruction even better. Most wouldn’t understand where he was coming from but to Cathol it made much since why those grease monkeys loved there vehicles so much. Even if Cathol couldn’t fly why couldn’t he end up fixing a lot of stuff to be the way he is and have fun with the Military?

Still Cathol looked around at the tank and touched the side while then running his hand along the side. How nice it felt although it was a bit cold making your whole body get the chills at times. The more he rubbed the tank the more the now dried mud would turn into dust and poof right off of the tank and into his hands. What a nice feeling it was to be able to see these amazing monsters at work or even just sleep among there others.

Cathol looked around at the tank’s under side and began to puzzle out what he could do to this tank. The rotors did seem to be needing a good tighten and he was excited to see he had somewhat a little work to do to the well taken care of tank. Though he was excited to see this tank like this, Cathol felt as if he were being watched. Not sure of really what was watching him or who was watching him he continued on with grabbing a 9/16th wrench that was fairly universal and was the size of most bolts.

It wasn’t too much later that he had finished the Tightening of the rotor but had found out who was truly watching him. The newly promoted, and owner of the tanks, Major Patterson himself. It wasn’t that Cathol looked up and saw him sitting there on the tank it was that he was confronted by his voice. "Good morning son, do you need any assistance?" Patterson said in a normal tone down to Cathol who was on one knee and facing the tank.

Soon it wasn’t him looking at the tank anymore, it was Cathol falling to the ground in one quick motion and slamming straight onto his behind. Now staring up Cathol had no choice but to try and answer Patterson even though he had a very soft and cracking voice with a heavy Irish Accent. N n n no nothing sa sa sir. Cathol stuttered out and then swallowed to shift his hand to a slight and acward looking salute that didn’t look right at all. ”I I Im sorry I can be be be on my way now.” Cathol stuttered out once again and stared at Patterson.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Ackerman - 3CP
Patty - 2CP
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