“Our military’s youngest, smallest, hardest child has many pet names: jeep, peep, blitz buggy, jitterbug, beetlebug, iron pony, leaping Lena, panzerkiller. The names are all affectionate, for the jeep has made good. I used to be standing within the scorching Mississippi solar whereas Lieutenant Patrick Summerour, of Camp Shelby, defined the jeep. In entrance of me was a automotive 11 toes lengthy, 56 inches broad, 40 inches excessive—half the peak of your loved ones auto and three toes shorter. Summerour pointed to a rear towing hook. ‘You pull an anti-tank gun right here,’ he mentioned. ‘Civilians usually ask why we don’t battle tanks with tanks. The reply is twofold. Within the first place, a jeep prices $900; a tank $35,000. Second, these tank-destroyers, towing antitank weapons, can swarm spherical outdated Schicklegruber’s tanks and provides ’em hell.”’
—Scientific American, January 1942
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