The Tank — Bill Ciccotti

War opens the rusty gates of hell. Its sticky with gore and terror and death. Sweat and devastation tries to drown you. The fragrance of it all chokes you. The sound of its fury deafens you. The carnage nauseates you. But still you keep walking forward. One lousy step at a time. One precious bullet at a time. You never dare stop advancing. Why? Because if you do, it's all over. You become blood on the ground, and you won't be going home, ever again. Death becomes your brother, the one you don't want. But family is family and you can't change it no matter what. You kill and if you're not careful, you become that unwanted brother. But if somebody comes at me and tries to take my life, well, I'll kill him first. I may not like it, but I will do it. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Except grenades. Grenades will kill you. Death wants me. He wants us all. But he can't have me, and he can't have my pals. You see, we don't want to join him. We want to end him. The only way we can do that is get to Berlin and kill Hitler.This is the story of four desperate men trying to stay alive in the hell of battle. They drive Big Daddy. An Easy 8 Sherman tank.