Just a little snip form TIGER!
From Chapter 1

Only the blackened muzzles of the 88mm cannons could betray them. Each round hole like the eye of something giant, dangerous and deadly looked out into the lifeless dawn. Hidden in the black, green and white clutter of twisted smashed and blackened forms of what had last week been an ancient lofting forest, three Tiger’s waited.
What was left of the battered pine woods took on detail as the frail sun managed to penetrate the mist of ice and fog. Beyond the tree line the land sloped down at a gentle arch, until it met a thin rutted road. The other side of this poor abused highway was blocked by a steep rise from which the road was cut. Atop and 30 meters behind the rise the remains of a destroyed Russian T-34 sat like an ugly twisted lump against the new snow. The gushing flames which had consumed it and the crew inside flickered out in the early hours. Now only wisps of putrid smoke rose from what had been the turret hatch.