Try having one as the loader of an M60A3 tank.
"ON THE WAY" click... "ON THE WAY!" click... Oh, oh. Now the TC has the gunner try the manual charge, kinda like the old dynamite box with the handle you push down except that this is a little red handle that you twist fast. "ON THE WAY!" ZZzzz... Repeat. ZZzzz... O.K., O.K. Breathe. This stuff is not as frickin' fun as it was sixty seconds ago 'cause I know what's coming. What's that knocking sound? Aw, hell. Their knees would be too if they weren't all sitting.
Besides, it's MY crotch that's right next to the breech despite my best efforts to expand the steel turret. Bruce Lee & Jackie Chan didn't have squat on me, I was ninja'd ALL up against that turret wall, Spidey senses all atwitter... A FatHead poster has more dimensions than I possessed at that moment. Whatever happened to that cavalier attitude of the baddest mofo in the Valley, 60 tons of Rolling Thunder...? mommy...
Remember when I said I know what's coming? I have to open the breech, remove the 105mm HEAT round (which, to my mind is now a BOMB) push it up through the hatch & toss it away from the tank.
WRONG! This was during peacetime at a Graf range in Germany. We waited 15 min for the EOD guys (keeping the gun downrange. Amazing how safety works, eh?) to show up. We were never in any danger. Wartime, get that sucka outta there & reload.
Be careful out there.
Oh, my TC was the Battalion CO. We only broke the rules when he felt like it. This wasn't one of those days!