The Third Platoon's gunners (minus one) -- Sergeants Griego, Darnell and Higgs.
Sergeant Griego believes in getting his sleep. Here he is at the gunner's station of Ufa IV (otherwise known as A34, our home for eight months).
Private Shawn Day was the driver of A34, and one hell of a driver he is. One of the biggest challenges of the driver in an M1A1 tank is that the position is half reclining -- it's real easy to fall asleep down there. In the background, you can see the assembly area we lived in from September 1990 to January 1991. Not much was there -- fourteen tanks, a big hole in the ground for trash, a latrine with 55-gallon drums (don't event TALK to me about those) and a couple of trucks. We slept on the back of the tanks most of the time, inside of them otherwise.
Here's Griego playing guitar. I missed it -- I had been sent to Dhahran for a few days to drive VII Corps tanks off of ships to a painting area, where I spent New Years eve of 1990-91 drinking non-alcoholic wine (we couldn't get any other kind) while sitting on top of a tank. By the time I got back, he had sent the guitar back home. This, but the way, also shows our Christmas present -- on December 24 we turned in our old M1 tanks with its 105mm main gun for a brand new (or seemingly so) M1A1.
