It started out just like all the other alerts. We heard the alarm, ran to the arms room and drew our weapons and then sprinted to the motorpoold to load up and move out. What changed everything on that dark morning was the trucks full of ammo that were off loading to all the combat units rolling across the highway from the base. Shit, this must be for real. We assembled at our company GDP some 25 kilometers from our base and began receiving orders. The 4rd Shock Army was rolling toward the border and a large element would hit our battalion sector. We were ordered to hold. How long, with what, until when we're all questions running through our mind. It was still dark when we first picked up the movement in our thermal sites and prepared for a target rich environment. Then all hell broke lose when a hoard of BMPS came crashing out of the woods right at our panzer grn platoons. They were so outnumbered but put up a heck of a fight and destroyed most of the BMPs. Unfortunately they were all full of troops from the rifle regiment and they were much harder to kill. Near by our Luchs and Jaguar 1 units were being pounder by air attacks. Or ADA was positioned too far away to help out and those units were left hanging in the wind. Then the T72s came rolling up in the second wave and we were able to take out a platoon with our Milan and strong fire from the attached Leo 2 platoon. Shots were traded for what seemed like hours before the sun came up and we could now see the extent of th enemy push coming our way. There were so many of them but we kept on fighting until our ammo was almost gone. We held the border and survived with all of our platoons, though some were much smaller than they weRe 6 hours ago. Mission accomplished and the 143rd Panzergrenaderes get a rest, for now.