Mike and his partner Robert were seated on a three-wheeled motorcycle, with Mike on the rear seat of the vehicle and Robert in the sidecar.
"Stop bumping around!" Robert shouted, "The photos are going to come out looking like a blurry mess!"
Mike: "No worries, I'll make it up with my brilliant penmanship to describe them!"
The Ante soldier driving the motorcycle didn't understand what they were saying and just twisted the throttle to the max.
The three-wheeler's wheels momentarily left the ground as it sped across the snow-covered plains.
Ahead of them was a massive convoy of vehicles, everything from Jeeps to BMW motorcycles to Greyhound armored cars.
On each vehicle squatted a burly Ante man, gripping an oversized anti-tank mine.
No doubt the mines themselves couldn't have imagined they'd one day be used as thrown anti-tank weapons.
Some who didn't manage to snag a mine were clutching makeshift explosives rigged with homemade timers instead.
