March 1945. World War II comes to an end. Not far from the border with Germany, in an American camp located a few kilometers from the Rhine, the clatter of several tanks’ engines of several tanks roar. Steel monsters whose sturdy greenish skin glows dimly due to the morning dew. A handful of Sherman tanks get ready to cross the mighty German river. In front of them, a tall, immature, novice soldier holds a newly released M3 submachine gun in his hands; hardly been used during the basic instruction period, the weapon presents an impeccable state. He can barely conceal his curiosity and fascination, with his gaze fixed on those tanks. He has never joined a battle. Neither he’s had the privilege of seeing the popular Shermans in action.