Creative Writing: The Cold War

I awoke to the cold metal pressing in on my aching back, I got up and grabbed the metal latch and slowly turned it i pushed up on the hatch and looked out. It was cold probably about fifty degrees and the metal was even colder and dark green paint was wet with the morning dew. The landscape was relatively bare with a few tree lines in sight. I closed the hatch and waited in silence until the rest of my crew awoke from their slumber. Once they did we all left the tank and make a small fire to cook some grits and make some instant coffee. The black warm coffee scorched my tongue well leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. The grits were more a editable lump paste and if i did have coffee i probably would of choked on the sticky paste. After we were

The engine finally sadly and slowly started up. The power of the engine could be felt rumbling the tanks and could be hear very clearly. At this point i pretty much had to yell to be heard over the humming of the engine. The tracks squicked and squealed as we began to move forward. Mud flung up backwards and deep imprints followed behind us. You could finally smell the morning's dew and the aroma of exhaust fumes. Our home away from home was finally moving deeper into germany slowly but steadily. It was the fall all the leaves were turning yellow and brown and the ground was frozen solid but it wasn't enough to keep our home from leaving its mark. Our tanks was a dark green color with hints of orangish yellowish rust and the fall leaves covered our tank. The wall were made of cold metal that would be steaming hot in the summer. Without the walls we all probably would of been killed long ago. The interior of our metal house was messy, it was crammed with five grown men. It was decorated with empty shells, personal items, levels that controlled the tanks and its main

The weight of the massive hunk of metal would cause mud to become quicksand and we would slowly sink into the ground until we could no longer move. Mud became another thing that would cover the outside of our tank. Accompanied by our tools, a camo net for when we stopped, and other various items and ammunition. Our entertainment usually consisted of playing cards, small talk or listening to the fire of sot in the distance. My favorite thing to hear was nebelwerfers they remind me of the fireworks i used to light off before the war that screeched then few up in the air and exploded. The anti air guns reminded me of fireworks even more green and red shots fired into the air and blew up almost as if we were celebrating the fourth of july not shooting at enemy planes or getting shot at. Sometimes it was peaceful other times it wasn't at all. We would be the first in battle with soldiers taking cover behind it. Machine gun fire hit our tank like a drummer boy hitting his