„What is this? Some kind of joke? I always thought such things were fictional and only ever existed in the works of Mary Shelley. But no, right now I’m watching them unload THIS… THIS… THING from the platform. It seems Herr Oberst assembled this beast from his old Opel Blitz… For whom? Speak louder, I can’t understand a single word you’re saying! There’s an awful clanging noise. Ah, for Börkhoff? No, he hasn’t arrived yet. I’m sure the old man’s going to be overjoyed to receive this vehicle as a reinforcement for his Fallschirmjäger guys. I suppose your package moves much faster than infantry, right? On the other hand, the gun looks impressive, so long as it doesn’t blow up right after the first shot. Oh, I’m being called. I’ve got to go. Just between us, my Pz. IV could go up against anything three years ago. But now we’ve got a pile of roofing steel over a car engine that I’m somehow supposed to win a war with… Well, maybe I’ll get lucky and see you again. Macht’s gut!”