[ 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 .

September 8th 1914, that's when the first tank came off the line, two days later the tracks fell off. Damn things were death traps. They were n't ready to be used on the front but something had to be done to break the stalemate. 
 
 Life in the trenches was hell, but it was nothing compared to the life in the tank. I remember the the heat of the engine, the sweat pouring down my back... The constant sound of artillery fire around me as we advanced toward Gerry's trench. 
 
 We had almost reached the trench when my world went upside down. I was thrown against the driver as the tank was tossed hard to the front and left, the guns were crushed between the dirt and our iron Leviathan as we heaved forward. 
 
 `` What the hell happened!!!'' I yell as the tank begins to roll again, John moaned as his skull slammed into the starboard side. 
 
 `` Damn Gerry blew a hole in the earth, could n't see it through the damn smoke. Sorry mates!'' Shouted the driver, `` How's John?'' 
 
 I knelt down and examined him, blood was pouring profusely out of a large gash on his head, I pulled out my bandages and began wrapping the wound. 
 
 `` Not good... We need to get him out of here...'' I replied. 
 
 `` Easier said than done mate, tanks do n't like to be driven upside down,'fraid it's on foot from here.'' 
 
 I tried the hatch, it barely opened 6 inches, field rations and constant trench charges had done much to slim me down but there was no way I could squeeze through there. 
 
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 Water is running low, John's been in and out constantly, I hear explosions all around. We're going to try to drain water out of the tank's radiator. 
 
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 The drivers dead, and hour ago a German soldier tossed a grenade in, he died using himself as a shield for me and John, fat load of good it did, John bled to death 5 minutes ago. 
 
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 I have to get out, my own men are firing on me. Gerry is trying to advance on me to capture this twisted iron prison, the boys are under orders to keep it out of enemy hands. I have to make it. My hands are bloody from trying to force the hatch... I have to get out! I have to get out! I have to get away from these bodies!!! I have to get out!!! 
 
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 Finally managed to force the hatch, been crawling through the mud towards my trench. 30 feet, 25 feet, 20... 
 
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 I'm hit..., damn Gerry got a sniper... It's bad... So much blood... But so close... 15 feet..... 13.. Feet..... 12 fee.. 
 
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 Did I make it? I must have... It's warm here, warm and bright, so bright. I have n't been warm in months. Is that John? No, it ca n't be... John is... Oh. 
 
 I guess not everybody gets to make it home... I hope what say say is true, that this war will be the last. 
 
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 Loosely based on a true story: http: //www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2445626/Incredible-bravery-WWI-tank-crew-survived-72-hours-bombarded-Germans-side.html 
 
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