chapter 8
Hello, my name is Xuan and I am Austrian. My sister Annabelle and I were enlisted in the Austrian army for the Great War. At first I thought I would only know a poor infantryman with my sister, but when my squad leader heard that I could drive (rare at the time) I was taken to a special service of the German brigade. After I arrived with my sister, we were downgraded to experience #001. Other colleges like Rommel and Himmler joined us with their own experience #002. It's true that at first I was skeptical, our commander was training us to drive civilian vehicles with tracks and levers to go from right to left. For me it was not a revolutionary weapon, but rather a joke. That was what I thought until one day I saw tank #001 and #002. The difference between the two was major, the first was heavy and robust, with great firepower. The second was lighter, more maneuverable, but its defense and firepower left something to be desired. Its like comparing a battleship and a destroyer. Each to their own advantage. After having trained us for 1 month in civilian vehicles, we were given permission to enter the tank. The moment I got home, I knew immediately that this tank was predestined for me. From a very young age I knew I liked big guns and tough defence. Fortunately and unfortunately my sister had come with me, but 2 people were missing for this tank to become 100% functional. For the moment I hold the position of reloader and gunner while my sister holds the position of driver. The pigeon, have forgotten I would not have time to take care of him in a battle. Time passed and 1 week later the tank was ready to go. When we left, we saw our tank one last time before going to the front. He looked wonderful until the bridge collapsed beneath him. I could tell he was fine, but not so much for the bridge. It's a note I would adequately take to heart. we saw our tank one last time before going to the front. He looked wonderful until the bridge collapsed beneath him. I could tell he was fine, but not so much for the bridge. It's a note I would adequately take to heart. we saw our tank one last time before going to the front. He looked wonderful until the bridge collapsed beneath him. I could tell he was fine, but not so much for the bridge. It's a note I would adequately take to heart.