Battle of Alsfeld 1985

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They were alive.

And they were angry.

The M1 had absorbed the enemy tank round, but something was wrong. "Right hand side track is out", the driver reported.
The commander, Peters, swore. They had bounced rounds off the front and rear armor of that enemy tank without success. It made angered Peters to no end. So this was what it was like to face those Tigers the last time Europe burned..., now they were sitting ducks, the Russkies would be back.

Sweeping for targets Peters was astonished to see a T80 move up behind a building to the north of their position, presenting it's side to them - the Russian had obviously not seen them or had other things to worry about...
"Tango, nine o'clock! Get him!", Peters shouted.
The turret swung around, the gunner responded quickly.
"Identified".
He sounded calm. Peters, on the other hand, was not calm.
"Fire! FIRE SABOT!"
"Sabot UP!"
"On the way!"

The round hit the side of the T80 turing it into a gigantic fireball. It brought a small meassure of satisfaction to Peters but what now...? The tank was imobilised, in the open, abandon or remain buttoned up..., no choice seemed very attractive...