[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a tank crew as their tank is hounded down , disabled , and eventually destroyed by enemy infantry . Make it a horror story .

`` Fuck this! We should n't have taken this route dammit!'' I exclaimed as me, machine gunner Johnny, driver Eric slowly and painfully navigated through the narrow dirt path in this shithole of a dense jungle. We had to cross this path of jungle and rendezvous with the other guys. Instead of crossing the trenches East of the jungle, we decided to go through the jungle to be more camouflaged. Little did we know, this pretext of `` camouflaging'' led to something far more worse. 
 
 We still had an estimate of half a kilometre to go, so we decided to relax a bit, having some small talk among ourselves. We walked about many things, women, love, and the like. We three had 
 been assigned to our tank a few months ago, and throughout the campaign, we bonded, and we were like blood brothers. We even thought about having some beers after this shit storm was over. 
 
 In the midst of our chatter, we heard a loud clink of our metal shell which broke off our chatter. I immediately took my binoculars and scouted the surrounding through a tiny slit in the front. Strangely, I saw nothing, so we suspected a sniper. Johnny decided to go to his trusty perforating machine and shoot around, trying to nail the sniper. 
 
 `` How's it going John?'' I screamed up, amidst the sound of bullets flying everywhere. Suddenly, the bullets stopped. Just as I was about to climb up to check, a dead John slid down the ladder. He looked awful. His face had been split into 2. Me and Eric looked at each other, shocked beyond words. Then it dawned on me, the sniper from earlier shot off John's face. 
 
 Before we could even say anything, an orchestra of artillery noises enamated in the air. The real nightmare began. We could only move on helplessly as the salvo of artillery shells threatened to kill off what was left of us. 
 
 The force of the artillery shell could be clearly felt. Our tank felt like capsizing. A shell landed on our front and rocked us. Eric flew backward from the shock waves and smashed his head on the steel plate. He was unconscious and his head was bleeding. I could only sit down, cry and pray as the smoke and fire tried to devour our metal titan. 
 
 `` H... h... help'', Eric let out a whimper as he breathed his last breath before slumping against the tank wall. His head broke open when he flew backwards, and he died 
 of blood loss. 
 
 Being the only one left, I felt afraid and helpless. I decided to stay behind, afraid of the enemy gunning me down once I peek my head out of the entrance. Thus, I just sat on the cold hard floor, rather dying in my tank than getting shot by those bastards. 
 
 `` Love you mom and dad. `` I muttered as the flames reached the fuel tank. 
 

