There was sounds of gunfire all around us, being in a 15inch thick steel tank doesn't break the feeling of fright. I was the gunner on a tank that delivers food to the injured. Not too often did I have to shoot down other tanks and people but there were times when we had to get through the battle field that was filled with mines. My heart was racing at the speed of light and at the same time I had to have the quickest reactions. After I was injured I was the guy who took the food from the tank and drove it up the mountain with a truck. My injury occurred in the middle of the battlefield. All tanks were assigned to go there because we were under heavy fire. My best friend was so afraid he peed his pants and I told him I wold take his spot as Machine Gun Gunner. I was firing a lot and I was even more frightened because I was not covered in 15inch metal on all sides, only in front of me. I had dust all over my face I was crying because I had never had to kill with direct contact only through the telescope. I was shoot in the back of the shoulder, hauled back into the truck and then I passed out I woke up in the injured room and my shoulder was bandaged and that's when I knew my fighting was over. After a long time of being the food delivery person something made me stop. I was down at the bottom of the mountain and I was about to greet the tank but I had seen it coming and it had run over a mine and exploded the tank. I got sick of all this fighting and I fled to Bucharest where I met my wife.
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