Re: Dragon Jagdpanzer IV Conversion FINISHED!!!
Thank you, my friends!!! I appreciate your kind words and inspiration, this has been one of those builds that has tested my resolve more than once! The 403 is finally finished, literally and figuratively!
The dry leaves are oregano, the antenna is from RB Model, the back story is provided by my good friend, Chris Rhiner, who has a PHD in BS!
During the "German Excursion" while advancing across the barren, arid foothills of the Caucusus, a little piece of the drama that War once was, began to unfold.
It happened one chilly morning, that the crew of Jagdpanzer IV 403, found themselves motoring through a dense fall fog. Having become separated from their unit and lost, the driver headed toward the only discernable landmark, a gnarled, leafless tree, hoping to hole up and rejoin their unit when the fog lifted. Leutnant Butz also had the misfortune to find a minefield as well. With the right track blown off, the Lt. and his crew began hurried repairs. Hoping to get back into action and having found a not entirely terrible firing position to attack the Bolshevik hoards. Much to their consternation, they discovered the Red Army columns were passing to the rear of their vehicle. "Da schitzt dem Hund im Feuerzeug!"
With the fog lifting, the doughty Wehrmacht tankers began to disable 403, so she wouldn't be captured and used against her former masters. Gun spiked, transmission drained, fuel contaminated, they seized their small arms and turned vengefully on their antagonists rear echelon.
Searchers found 403 as her crew had left her. Footprints led south/southwest in the soggy earth, Privat cigarette butts, the Lt's preferred brand were located. No further trace of the Leutnant or his crew were found. As if the Valkure had spirited them off, with out a trace.
Jagdpanzer 403 still lies in her final resting place, merkvurdig, and solitary. Undisturbed by the passing of the ages. Her Officier & crew are said to be visible, on moonlit nights, still laboring to repair the sundered track. No living person visits the place, with the mysterious Gnarled leafless tree. Every now and again, an fresh Privat cigarette butt can be found where the old minefield once was.
Thanks for the ghost story, Rhino!!
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