This old Sherman tank driver (lower left) lost three tanks in the war, like the Sherman behind him. He lost one in North Africa, two in Europe. He was driving one of twenty-nine tanks in the first waves of the Normandy invasion with a skirt, a new-fangled invention that allowed the tanks to swim to shore, or so they thought. The sea was a little too heavy for that, the waves lapped over the top, and his tank swamped in about five minutes. He had to swim the last couple thousand feet to shore. Only two tanks made it to the beach. They were destroyed immediately. He didn't get another tank for three weeks. He was a happy guy, full of piss and vinegar. He's traded his Sherman for a scooter now. Get the hell out of the way!