I am General Jebediah Stuart of the Confederate cavalry! I have nothing to offer you this day but death -- in the steel of my sabre and the lead of my pistol! Yield or perish, you worthless yellow rabble!
You're going into a battle that will have an audience of only two! I-- and someone you'll recognize! He's the "guardian" of another tank! If you lose-- I will be forced to go back into the shadows forever!
While I was fighting in my war, far across the ocean... at pretty nearly the same time... a young French soldier was fighting his war. A wound made the young soldier speechless... He silently rocked away the years until he became an old soldier... sitting before a window... in a town where nothing ever happened... waiting... waiting... for what?
There are strange sights in a war! In the smoke and flames of combat-- men see things they try to forget! I ought to know! I'm the ghost of the Haunted Tank! But most startling of all was the battle in which the lives of tank commander Jeb Stuart and his crew depended on the sight of a man who couldn't see!
So you think only you... here on Earth... battle against evil forces? The war never ceases... in light... or in darkness! Who can tell what the end of this day will bring? Have I the strength to face the Hun... again? Have I?
Ho, Jeb Stuart, my namesake! I have come to warn you that fate will surprise you on your mission! For you will have to fight on a different battlefield than you imagine-- for your mission to be successful!
You're a Judas! Riding in a tank named after Gen. Sherman -- that Unionfirebrand who set fire to my beloved South and excused himself by saying "War is hell!" The thought of bein' guardian to a Union crew is an insult to a Confederate officer! You've seen the last of me!
No matter how many times you visit the graves of comrades fallen in battle, you can never forget it... It seems like "taps" from an unseen bugler floats eternally... over every military cemetery... The world thinks a ghost is beyond tears... but I know I haven't forgotten... When I see my boys-- the crew of the Haunted Tank-- visit Slim's grave for the first time... during a lull in the fierce fighting...
Listen for me in the wind, and you will hear a secret never revealed before... The greatest threats to Supreme Allied Commander Gen. Dwight Eisenhower were not the deadly weapons in the Nazi arsenal... but two students being trained at a very special school half a dozen years before D-Day!