I t began the day a tank ran over his foxhole. Okay it was an American-built Sherman not one of the Krauts’ Panzers. And it wasn’t in battle it was part of training. The US Army was going to prove to Abe’s platoon that with just two feet of clearance a soldier could survive while a tank drove over him and they were going to do it by running that tank over Abe Levine’s foxhole — with Lieutenant Levine inside it.
But even if it was just another training exercise feeling the earth vibrating all around him lying with his nose snuffling up dirt in a foxhole barely large enough to contain his body with the awesome sound of treads not far above him and knowing that someday this would be real changed him. Changed his understanding of fear and his confidence in survival.
That night sitting quietly under the stars reviewing the day’s war games Abe Levine realized that he might not return to his family.
He might die in some European town or forest taking a sniper’s bullet in his head or being blown to bits by enemy mortar fire or not having a foxhole to dive into when a tank came after him.