Jet felt proud at the power he was trusted with, the tiger tank most powerful in all of europe, with its 88mm gun that couldent be matched, its thick armour that protected it from all sides, it was a force to be reckoned with.
As the armoured devision passed by a russian cottage he looked at the family standing outside, minus the father, who probibly died somewhere in a ditch.
This russian family looked downtrodden and hopeless,alot like his own before 1937 the look in theyre eyes said they had no hope of anyone coming to rescue them, he didnt like it.
He watched them for a bit then turned away, this is why he didnt like war, but he didnt go to war for the fuher.
Even though he was part of the 12th SS devision, the only real way to be a tank commander. he was going to war for his family, doing as he was ordered for them.
they used to live in the poor district of berlin, living off what they could, barely survivng, but when jet joined the army in 1937 and quickly rose through the ranks, and became a SS officer, his family was finally able to have the life they dreamed of. then when he was offered a position of a tank commander, how could he refuse, it was a bit more pay which ment more money for his family.

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i dont know i couldent come up with a better name XP, anyway, another tank doodle i did reason being its my favorite WW2 tank, annd i also cant stop listening to this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHKIMgtLLRk&feature=related what? its a catchy tune

pfffffffffttttttt story to go with it *shrug*