Prof. Greg Jackson

This bold German tank crew's gamble has paid off.

And apparently, it's paying off at Reginald's expense.

Again creeping forward, this German monster spits machine gun fire as it comes right up to the British perimeter.

The men there lie low, their rifles about as useless as spears, but that doesn't stop them from taking aim.

The Panzer halts once more.

As it does, the Germans inside swing the guns around.

An enormous blast explodes from its cannon, painfully jolting Reginald's tin hat.

But thankfully, that's the only thing Reginald feels.

It seems the Panzer has somehow missed.

Another round flies, likewise failing to find its mark.

Processing this, the London-born soldier questions, maybe he can't sink his barrel onto a low enough plane.

Nonetheless, Reginald shifts nervously in the sand, anxiously wondering if this next one will end his life.

Suddenly, one of the British anti-tank operators, or an AT chap as they're known, crawls out of a trench and sprints through the flying bullets and sand toward one of the north-facing six-pounder British guns.

Reginald is aghast.

Surely this is a suicide mission.

But the brave AT soldier continues on, removing the shell already in the breach of the wrong-facing gun, after which, as Reginald tells us, he calmly puts the shell in his own gun, takes steady aim, and fires!

Immediately, there's an explosion from the Panzer, whether the Jerry gunner had fired again or the six-pounder found its mark.

You can't tell, but the machine gun cuts out and the tank stays still.

A strand of smoke issues from the turret, and minutes later, it starts to blaze.

Thanks to this daring AT chap, Reginald's entire brigade is saved.