She purred like a cat and those <br />Who heard her suffered from <br />'Tigerphobia'. <br />Montgomery, himself thought it best <br />Not to even mention her name. <br /> <br />The altering terrain called for some <br />Quick camouflage covering. <br />Into the woods she came: <br />I sprayed her up as best I could, a <br />Dark green/red brown camouflage. <br /> <br />In an hour she purred out again. <br />We were children. <br />We wouldn't see another winter <br />We knew it, no more whitewashing <br />This old Tiger. <br /> <br />In July 1944, we ran out of Benzene <br />That is all, it was over. <br />But it is hard to forget her <br />Her purr, her roar; <br />My memories of a half forgotten war.<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/panzerkampfwagen-vi-sdkfz-181/
