1944, Belgium. Micheal Wittmann of the Waffen SS, panzer division. Being the commander of the 101st Heavy panzer division, led to many to idolize him. Michael has already risen up to the rank of SS-Hauptsturmführer, and being a tank ace. He was the recipient of the Knights Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds. But nothing could prepare him for what will happen next.

"Hans what's taking you so long?" Wittmann said to a group of bushes.

"Well I'm sorry sir but my stomach is not taking that sauerkraut nicely." a voice replied from behind the bushes.

A few seconds later a series of farts is heard followed by screams of pain.

"Oh god, whose got the shits now?" a man said popping his head out of the tank.

"Hans has it." Wittmann replied.

"Great, first Karl now Hans." the man replied back.

After 30 minutes Hans finally got the sauerkraut out of his system and the group was heading home. On their way, they had to go through a forest. As they drove down the path, the sunset turned into a sunrise.

"Halt, I think we are lost." Wittmann said.

Popping the hatch open, he pulled out his binoculars, and scanned the opening. It was a well mowed meadow, very lush in green and seemed to stretch endlessly. Then he saw what looked like a school, a perfectly intact school.

"What the hell?" Wittmann said to himself.

Then he noticed a yard with a fence around it. It had parked tanks of different nationalities. The ones that cuaght his eyes were the American M3 Lee and a Stug III. The Lee was painted pink. Why the hell would anyone paint their tank pink? Gays maybe? The Stug was painted different colors like red and yellow, and had banners sticking up behind the crew compartment. Then he heard the bell ring, and girls wearing uniforms exited the school.

"Hans, take us to the school. Lets see if the locals can help us." Wittmann said.

The tank lurched forward and then began to move. As it came out of the forest the tank sped its way to the school. The girls that wee still lingering around looked at the on coming tank in shock. Miho caught a glimpse of the Tiger tank, seeing the German cross on the turret and side. And she saw the tank's number; 007. The commander was looking at her as it sped by, confusion on his face. He was young, thirty maybe. The tanks stopped at the steps of the school, Wittmann getting out to meet a man in 60's rushing down the steps.

"What in the blazes? Who the hell are you people?" the man asked.

"Guten Tag Herr, Ich suche nach einem Weg nach Villers-Bocage. Wissen Sie wo es ist? Wittmann asked.

The man looked confused, obviously the language barrier is going to cause some problems. Then a girl around 17 walked up.

"Sir he's speaking German, let me help." the girl said.

"Hallo, Herr. Ich heißt Kate. Wer bist du?" the girl asked.

"Ah Ich es tut mer leid." Wittmann said.

"I'am SS-Hauptsturmführer Michael Wittmann. 101st heavy Panzer Division. And I would like to know where Villers-Bocage is." Wittmann said in English.

"Well Mr. Wittmann, you are not in France, your on a Carrier." The girl replied.

"What no I'm not.'' Wittmann said.

"It's true your on a carrier, do you not see that smoke stack?" the man said to Wittmann.

"Okay, seriously where the hell am I?" Wittmann asked.

"Your're at Ooarai High school for girls." the man said.

"OOOKay, what's with the hideous paint schemes? I mean who would paint a tank pink?" Wittmann asked.

"Oh that's our school's Tankery class team. You've got the Angler fish, Hippo, Duck, Rabbit, Anteater, Mallard, and Leopon." the girl replied.

Wittmann looked dumbfounded. What kind of schools is this. Who teaches girls how to drive tanks?

"Listen, Kate is it?, um what purpose is there to teach girls how to operate a tank?'' Wittmann asked.

"Just for tournaments, it's like an elective class." Kate replied.

"Speaking of which, here comes Miho, she lead us to win the tournament last year."

The girl walked up to Wittmann, slapping him in the face.

"That's for almost running me over!" Miho said.

"Miho chill, you just slapped a legendary tank commander. Meet SS-Hauptsturmführer Michael Wittmann." Kate said.

"So you have heard of me." Wittmann sai

"Who wouldn't your in the history books. You and three other Tigers held the left flank, during the battle of Kursk." Kate said.

"Yes I remember, that was months before I was transfer to France." Wittmann replied.

"So Where's the rest of your crew?" Miho asked, now curious.

"Hold on. Jan, Karl, Hans, Fritz; get out of there." Wittmann said.

Soon the hatches on the tank opens, The driver had a dirty face, the bow gunner looked quite young, maybe twenty the two men who poke their heads out at the top of the turret looked older than Wittmann did. They all clambered out and walked up.

"Guys stellen sich vor." Wittmann said to the group.

"Ich heißt Jan, Der Lader." Jan said.

"Ich Hans, der Fahrer." Hans said.

"Fritz, Der Schießer." Fritz said.

"I-Ich Karl, Der Funker." Karl said hesitantly.

"He's a new member, hasn't experienced his first battle yet." Wittmann said.

The other three laughed, pattong Karl on the back.

"Anyways it's getting close to dark, do you have a place for us to stay?" Wittmann asked.

"There's a barn over there you guys can crash there for the night." the man said.

"Thanks, see you in the moring." Wittmann said.

In the barn...

"Alright you guys, start making yourself at home cuz it's going to be awhile before we get back to our timeline." Wittmann said stretching.

Soon the men had their stuff laid out and they fell fast asleep.