Centurion

France, Champagne 1950

A brigade of three hundred tanks drive through the the mud, the blood, and the dead bodies. It was like a fiery hell. The screams of men in pain sweeped the land. This brigade was the last in France before the BEF arrived on Normandy. This brigade was the RTR's finest group of battle-hardened men. A group of Centurions raced through as artillery thundered and shells exploded right before them. They were fearless.

As the tanks raced on their offensive, the Germans had managed to put up a medium-sized defensive line made of large tanks and anti-tank guns. The lead tank was immediately destroyed by a high-velocity 8,8 round. Next, the tanks began to open fire, the Brits armor had small chance of bouncing rounds that penetrated so deeply. "Flank left, flank left", The radio exclaimed as the number of tanks were slowly deteriorating. The flanking maneuvers only made the guns have to reposition slightly before firing and occasionally making a lucky shot.

For young children had a tank in this brigade. In fact, they were the best crew in the entire elite section, and now that tank had been firing AP rounds only for them to hit a bad angle and bounce off. Worry spread among the last remaining twenty tanks. They had orders to charge the line, and finally, one of the commander yelled CHARGE in their radio as hard as they could. The last twenty tanks charged and were slowly picked off as the German tanks fired on.

The last of the tanks was the kid's tank, working in perfect condition. One hit from an AP round, and it was over.