Rubber sheeting covered the commander's cupola, the mantlet and the hull machine-gun, but this could be blown away from inside the vehicle by means of an electrical detonator.
Every flitch, every eye- piece, and every chine is buried under the walling; and I fed them pigs with my own hands, Master Swithin, little thinking they would come to this end.
The instant the factory stopped, he was out, slamming the bubble closed behind him, scrambling out over the tread guards to swing down to the sand beyond the emergency netting.
Yeah, there were so many layers of this plastic bulletproof cladding, I guess, that even if they broke some of the layers, there were still more layers to go through.