After a few minutes of silence, they finally heard footsteps climbing their way back up the tank over the sound of the occasionally buzzing wires Grady was attempting to repair. When the hatch opened up and Wardaddy came back in, Agnes let out a quiet sigh of relief. She had felt particularly anxious this time when he had gone out to knock a passing SS patrol off its horse, considering what had happened to her only shortly before.

The wires buzzed again and gave off a shock.

'Son of a bitch,' Grady muttered as Wardaddy sat down and sighed like he was short of breath. 'Did you get that fucker?'

'I knocked him off.'

Silence settled back in as everybody still seemed too stunned to talk, and Grady continued to try to repair the engine wires. They had just narrowly survived a battle against three German tanks, but they had lost the rest of their platoon. Everybody else was dead except for them…

Agnes was silently sitting in her seat next to Gordo, staring out in front of her with teared up eyes and a dead look on her face, still processing the first-hand near-death experience she'd just had when she got knocked off the tank by a German while trying to retrieve more ammo. Though she had been able to fight him off, he'd managed to bust her lip, that she was now holding a wet rag to that Bible had handed to her in an attempt to stop the bleeding and prevent swelling. It was the first time anything like that had ever happened to her, and she was clearly not taking it lightly. None of them were taking the whole thing very lightly.

'It's your fault!' Grady suddenly shouted at Wardaddy.

'God damnit, ain't you done yet?' he replied.

'You got no right to be fucking sore with me, quit fucking riding me.'

'I ain't riding you, if I was riding you you'd know it. More where they came from,' Don replied loudly. The added stress inside the tank made the hairs in Agnes' neck curl up as she was finally taken out of her stare, and she inhaled sharply as she started looking around her.

'Fuck you, Don, it's your fucking fault we're here,' Grady continued, but Gordo had also had enough of it.

'Are you still talking? Let's get out of here!'

Wardaddy gave Grady a sudden kick in the ribs as if to prod him on, but Grady retaliated.

'Ah! Fuck! What the fuck'd you do that for?! I'm trying to fix this!'

'You know why!'

'Are you gonna fucking whup me?! It ain't gonna fucking help anything!'

'Will you two fucking quit it already?' Agnes asked while Wardaddy started attempting to do a radio check. She was completely ignored by both of them.

'I said, why are you always whupping on me?' Grady repeated.

'Cause you're an animal. A dog. All you understand is the fist and boot.'

'Don, I'll tell you right now, I ain't a fucking animal, I ain't a fucking dog.'

'Vamonos, cabron, vamonos,' Gordo rushed.

'Hey, you wanna talk Mexican, you join a Mexican tank. This is an American tank, we talk American.'

'English!' Agnes corrected with an annoyed sigh as she rubbed her eyes.

'Fuck you, Angel, you can go back to a British tank and talk about the top of the morning all you fucking want, not in here.'

Agnes attempted to turn back around in her chair to give him an indignant look. 'You know what, fuck you, mate, I-' She was yelled over by Gordo.

'Who put the fucking nickel in you, Top?' Gordo asked. 'You talk Kraut! You talk German, I can't talk Spanish?!'

'Bible, what country are we in?!' Wardaddy yelled.

'Germany,' Bible replied calmly.

'Germany. They speak German. Will you explain to him it's a tool of war?'

'It's a tool of war, Gordo.'

'Right, here's my tool of war,' Grady said as he reached for his junk.

'Oh, fucking get us out of here already,' Agnes commented in disgust.

'You knew German before you got in this war, don't play stupid with me,' Gordo continued.

Wardaddy ignored him. 'I expect all of you to pull your shit together,' he said as Bible offered him a cup of coffee.

'I wish you'd stop ragging on everyone. You didn't kill our platoon, the Germans did.' It seemed as if Bible's calm talking in contrast to the others immediately lowered the tension among everyone.

'That is true, but I didn't save them either.'

'Their number came up, that's all.' It was Bible's response almost every time. Sometimes Agnes wondered if he would say the same about his own crew. She wished he wouldn't. 'We've been lucky 'til now,' he added.

'We've been lucky?' Don repeated.

'Yes, sir. We're all alive, we're in here.'

'God's grace?'

'What kind of grace does a God like this have?' Agnes sighed, but she got no reply from Bible. He knew her question was rhetorical, and knew that he didn't have to argue about faith with her, as they had done it many times before already. She believed in God; she just didn't like him very much. He could live with that.

Wardaddy popped his shoulders back out of the hatch when all of them heard the sound of airplanes coming their way, bombs falling included.

'Rain's coming.' He closed the hatch back up, and not long after, they heard and felt the first blast of a bomb falling somewhere close to them, making Fury shake slightly. 'Coon-ass, any time now, sweetheart.'

'Hmm, I'm your sweetheart, right?' Grady replied sarcastically, but then it seemed he had finally managed to put all the wires back in their place. 'Okay, Gordo, crank her up.'

Gordo tried to start the engine, but it stalled.

'Choke her up, she's cold,' Wardaddy commented.

'Fucking hell, please get us out of here,' Agnes muttered with a stressed, or at this point genuinely scared voice as the bombs continued to drop around them.

'There's condensation on the plugs,' Gordo replied to Wardaddy. 'Don't worry, baby, I got us,' he said specifically to Agnes as he kept trying, and then the engine finally started roaring.

'Alright, move out, get us out of here.'