Thinking about it, I cannot remember as this tantalizing experience seems to have been begninly effaced from my memory.
But I do remember an instance, where I played the Americans and a fat German Jagd-Panzer VI was blocking the general path of advance sitting on a plateau out of LOS. As my 10-2 leader with his would-be 'killer-stack' had miserably failed to achieve anything, much less breaking open my originally intended route of attack, it took me two turns to get the necessary assets into place to get to grips with that armored monster. Everything was at the ready: A sacrificial Sherman, two more with 76L Guns and good chances for APCR, one even with a Gyro for the side shots, and BAZ squad for good measure. A plan to draw & exhaust the behemoth's fire options before taking him out was just waiting to be effected in my upcoming turn.
The commander of the beast (although out of my LOS), must have felt this strange tickle in his neck, though... He successfully made the Mechanical Reliability to start, calmly moved one hex forward to the hill crest and into LOS of my armada, defiantly stopped at (Double-) Point Blank range to shrug off all sorts of futile attacks to at least deliberately immobilize him despite being extra large. He then coldly fired to blaze my most valuable tank and even IF'ed with a precision which can be mustered only by Germans to successfully take out a second one. That done, with the thunder of its enormous 128L Gun still echoing from the surrounding hills, he started in reverse after successfully rolling his Mechanical Reliability yet again, moved one hex back to snugly stop where he had started.
Shreds of torn steel from my former tanks were still tumbling from the sky and littering the area, when my next turn came up. Though the German tank commander did not shout anything, he had made his point as clear as Gandalf on Durin's Bridge in Khazad-dûm: "You - shall - not - pass!"
von Marwitz