[ 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 .

`` Contact, 800 meters. 3 o'clock.'' Golden said. The tank slowed as the gunner swiveled the turret bringing the enemy into view. 
 `` Got an enemy LAV hiding behind that building. Looks like they are trying to run. Southwick load the 105.'' Johnson said keeping his eyes on the target. Southwick, the tanks munition loader, was finished loading the shell before Johnson could finish asking. `` Firing!'' Johnson said as he squeezed the trigger. The whole tank jolted as the round was expelled. The thin and crumbling wall did little to protect the enemy vehicle. The shell punched through exploding into the enemy vehicle. A fireball quickly enveloped the wreckage. 
 
 `` Good effect on target. Sandburn, get us the hell out of here.'' Golden said. Sandburn was relieved at the command. They had been out in the desert picking off targets at a relatively safe distance, but the infantry had run into some heavy fighting and needed some support. Going into a town always made him nervous. Too easy to get picked off from rooftops. 
 
 `` What's that 12 confirmed kills today?'' Southwick said patting Johnson on the back. He loved the thrill of battle and their most recent assignments and been dreadfully devoid of combat. Johnson shook it off not really one to gloat. The tank had linked back up with what was left of the Humvee convoy as they egressed out. 
 
 The whole day struck Golden as funny. Months of insurgency and never before had they had such an easy day. It was almost too easy. The concussive blast of a massive IED only proved his point. The second Humvee was now a crater. Small arms peppered the outside of the tank as the ambushed came full swing. `` Suppressive fire!'' Golden commanded. Johnson was already turning to engage and Southwick had the next shell loaded. 
 
 It was n't good at all. The crater had separated the tank from the rest of the convoy, they'd have to find and alternative route out. The tank was now alone amongst a swarm of enemy soldiers lapping at the chance of claiming an enemy tank. Sandburn continued on down the road only to find another crater to steep to traverse. It was now a guessing game on which way to go. He did n't have time to think. This is what his training was for. Johnson and Southwick kept the main gun firing as well as the coaxial LMG shooting at anything that moved. Golden took control of the fifty cutting down brazen soldiers. The casings rattled on the tank like coins dumped on a metal table. 
 
 Sandburn turned around another corner only to find a dead end. `` Cut through the building! Golden said in between bursts of his gun. They had no way of knowing who or what might be in the building, the could be demolishing someone's home and the people inside. They had no choice. They had to do it. 
 
 The other side of the building was no better. RPGs blistered by as they plowed out the building. Johnson turned and shelled the location. Debris and dust spewed everywhere as the shell impacted. They were almost out now. The tank was beginning to show the abuse it was taking. Smoldering and twisted metal where rockets had hit, a side armor panel was ripped clean off as they went through the house. They could n't take much more. Just as they were about to get away a rocket smashed into the side of the tank. The fire extinguishing system roared to life as flames burst out inside the tank. Sandburn was knocked unconscious from the blast. The tank was dead in the water. 
 
 When Sandburn woke he knew he was in a bad place. The pounding of the main cannon from Johnson had ceased, the 50 had fallen to silence. The muffled sound of the militant crowd echoed in the chamber. `` Status?'' he asked his commander. Golden was propped up against the side clutching his arm. He coughed as he tried to respond. 
 `` We're dead. they disabled the weapons, the sensors, and comms are down. We're dead.'' Johnson said dropping the fried radio. A mix of fear and frustration showed on his face. Southwick was aiming his sidearm at the hatch waiting for someone to get it open. The crowd outside began pounding on the tank perhaps trying to find a way in. It would n't matter. once they figured out they could n't break in some explosive charges would finish them off. That was when Sandburn started to notice the floor getting hotter. They were n't going to blow them up. They were going to roast them.
