American Tank Versus Russian tank

It's the night of August seventeenth, 1950, close to the city of Pusan, in South Korea.

Lieutenant Granville George "GG" Sweet of the first Detachment, Organization An of the first Marine Tank Legion

pauses for a minute to rest by the steel goliaths under his order .

Around him is only hopelessness.

UN Powers have been pushed back from the second they became involved,

going from only south of Seoul to cornered against the ocean in Pusan in a month.

One of the greatest and most dispiriting issues has been encompassing reinforcement.

The North Koreans are furnished with Soviet T34-85s.

With its 85mm gun, it's effectively fit for puncturing the American Chaffees and Shermans,

while just the Sherman can battle it successfully consequently.

What's more, to exacerbate the situation, they immeasurably dwarf the Shermans, meaning the more often than not warriors needed to battle them with Chaffees,

bazookas, or no enemy of tank weapons by any means, giving the T34-85s a fearsome standing.

Yet, today Sweet has a justification for hopefulness, for under him isn't a Chaffee or a Sherman yet it's a late WW2 M26 Pershing.

His four tank unit has been battling in the guard of Pusan and they've performed splendidly,

in any case, he is still to meet the tank that has been overwhelming the front line somewhat recently.

Lt. Sweet's groups occupied themselves pulling ammo into their tanks,

as the sky becomes orange with the dusk, when out of nowhere a pressing message shows up through the radio.

"Streak Purple! Streak Purple!" Those are codewords for a certain something: approaching foe reinforcement.

Sweet gets a move on, his group to plan for battle.

The men of the stock stop race to complete the resupply work,

unloading jerry jars into the Pershing's gas tanks as quick as possible and spilling fuel in their scramble.

"Full!"

"We're prepared, get going!"

In a steady progression the four Pershing's 18-liter V8s show signs of life with a stunning thunder, carrying out to their most memorable tank on tank duel.

On the front line the men of the first Marine Temporary Detachment scramble to counter the foe advance, taking situations on the fruitless slopes,

coating the restricted back road through which four T-34-85s trundle ahead, trailed by lines of infantry.

The Marines open fire on the North Korean warriors who hide in the slopes,

the T-34s fire back proceeding to progress as little arms fire bobs off their defensive layer.

Marine bazooka groups rush to meet the charging protection.

They open fire and strike the lead tank right on its outside gas tanks,

blasting them open and lighting an enormous fireball across the motor deck.

Be that as it may, the tank is safe inside and its group continues pushing, heartless of the flares immersing the back of their machine.

In the interim, further along the street Lt. Sweet is advancing towards the scene.

They're close, they can hear the discharges and Sweet is in steady updates of the advancing circumstance.

However at that point they coincidentally find a couple of deserted supply trucks directly in the focal point of the street, obstructing the way.

The administrator of the second tank in line, Specialized Sergeant Cecil Fullerton, peers down at his heavy armament specialist and orders him:

"Keep your eyes ahead, assuming something adjusts the twist, shoot it."

He then moves off his tank and rushes over to the neglected vehicles, driving them off the street to open a space for the tanks to continue.

The tank guard quickly gets back moving once more.

Fullerton gets back in his tank and Sweet radios him .

Sweet's tank dislikes the rise of the firearm, so he arranges Fullerton to start to lead the pack, he'll take the back.

Fullerton's tank drives ahead as requested, as the hints of fight become increasingly extraordinary.

Through the radio Sweet is told: "Four tanks traveling your direction, we can't stop them."

Thinking rapidly, Sweet orders the unit to stop and his three completely functional tanks

to frame a wall across the street and point straight ahead, the foe are coming.

Fullerton takes his situation, heartbeat hustling.

The other sets of Pershings are moving to take their spots other than him

at the point when out of nowhere a fireball of a T-34 rounds the corner before Fullerton's eyes.

He pants and yells: "Adversary ahead! Fire!"

The Pershing's 90mm gun starts shooting with loud wrath.

The shell streaks across the air and strikes the foe straight on the turret, puncturing directly through and leaving out of the back,

proceeding with its way until it influences into the slope behind.

Inside the Pershing the team hangs tight for the haze of soil got by the Pershing's gun to gather up.

Gradually, it uncovers the adversary T-34 apparently immaculate despite everything moving onward.

Fullerton yells: "Another!", similarly as the loader hammers a second High Speed Covering Puncturing shell into the break.

The heavy weapons specialist pulls the trigger a subsequent time and the shell bangs into the T-34's upper plate,

indeed slicing straight through the adversary and terminating out the back of the turret.

It also influences the slope behind, making the Marines hiding on the opposite side trust that they're enduring an onslaught.

The air clears and Fullerton is stunned to see the T-34 as yet continuing ahead.

Thinking they had missed he shouts: "Another! Hit it for the wellbeing of god!"

The Pershing fires for a third time frame, influencing the foe on their left-hand side.

They hit the ammo and fire promptly spills out of the three focal points.

The soviet-made machine at last comes to a crushing end.

"It's a hit! We got him!"

All the while, the subsequent Pershing in line moves its direction close to Fullerton's tank with perfect timing for the following T-34-85

to show up from behind the disaster area of his companion.

The words "FIRE!" reverberation inside the American machines and the two Pershings open fire as one.

Two protection puncturing shells ram into the adversary covering.

One effects the T-34's turret cheek making it fiercely twirl around and the muddled North Korean heavy armament specialist fires into the side of the slope.

The two American tanks reload and one more volley of shells strikes the foe, puncturing their shield and causing the T-34 to burst into flares.

Yet, notwithstanding the hellfire, the Americans watch distrustful as its turret proceeds to turn towards them gradually.

"Load HE! Continue to fire!

The 90mm weapons keep on shooting a large number of rounds, hammering the foe with four additional high touchy shells halting the foe for good.

However at that point a radio transmission comes from the Pershings behind "Fullerton,look out, you're not kidding!".

Without him understanding, the fuel spilled during the refueling had been set land by a coal from his tank's own cannon.

The fire transcends the motor deck and disarray spreads among the group,

in any case, any considered rescuing is unexpectedly crushed by a stunning bang resounding through the Pershing's structure.

Fullerton glances through the extension and spots a third T-34-85 terminating from behind the burning hot wreckages of his companions.

With the flares behind them pushed to the rear of his brain, Fullerton orders: "Adversary ahead! Fire! Fire!"

A second shot from the foe kicks back off the Pershing's protective layer before the could of the two 90mm fundamental firearms is released again.

The ground shudders as they discharge their fierceness and the T-34-85 is struck somewhere near their shells.

Three men promptly leap out of the adversary tank and escape into the obscuring scene

in the nick of time before another destructive volley punctures through their unwanted conflict machine.

The two Pershings proceed to lay their fire upon the T-34s, attempting to cause them to consume while Marines watch in wonder from the opposite side.

The fire that is consuming upon the American tanks is over and over extinguished by their gag impact

just to be re-lighted by the accompanying shot, making an extremely confounding sight for the onlooking Marines.

Behind the three wrecks, the fourth T-34-85 alters his perspective and pivots to run away from the area,

be that as it may, a bazooka crew from the assembled Marines have different plans.

They look past that certain point and open fire at its frail side reinforcement, killing it in a solitary strike.

At long last the request comes for the fire to stop and the war zone falls quiet.

Before them lay three consuming T-34-85s at the expense of no setbacks for the Pershings.

Lt. Sweet can't resist the urge to feel alleviation, the fantasy of the T-34's-85s strength had been marvelously broken.

Lieutenant Granville George Sweet would endure the conflict and get back, and he died calmly in 2010.

Specialized Sergeant Cecil Roy Fullerton would be granted the Bronze Star for his activities.