Planes flew low to the line of tanks and troops as the thunder of bombs almost deafened their ears. The ground shook as soldiers ran about, getting under cover and preparing for a ground attack.

"King!" The top of a tank named Valkyrie called out to a soldier who was climbing up the back. "King, get your ass in here!"

"Not on your life!" King shouted back, grabbing the large gun on the back and pulling herself up. "I got a job to do!"

"King, I'll drag your ass in here, don't you-" He was cut off with a swear as he slumped down into the tank. He had been shot in the shoulder.

"Top!" King called and ducked down as a rain of bullets hit the tank near her. She sat and caught her breathe, holding her gun close. She heard her tank mates calling her name. Bullets continued to hit the tank. She looked around and slid off the tank and crawled under. "Hey, open up!" She called as she beat on the door on the bottom. One of the drivers opened it and helped her climb in.

"You ok?" he asked. She nodded and looked at her Sargent. He had a hole in his arm. They flinched as some explosive shook their tank. Her Sargent started shouting orders and everyone shifted into position. She sat next to the loader, trying to stay out of the way, but close enough to the radio in case she needed to answer it. It took a while, but eventually the planes left and all that was left were a few German foot soldiers.

"You think it's ok to go outside?" Hank, the gunner, asked her. She shrugged.

"One way to find out." John, the secondary driver answered and popped his hatch and stood. They all followed suit and climbed out. King saw a few American soldiers leading the Krauts that had surrendered.

"Alright, you guys know the drill!" Their Sargent shouted, ordering them out. They climbed out and started walking around, checking the dead for people they knew or checking for anything they could use.

"King!" John called to her. She turned and caught the pack of cigarettes heading her way. She smiled at him and waved in thanks. She'd be using them later. She stood up and starting walking over to the second tank to make sure everyone was ok. Her helmet was lopsided on her head and she lit up a cigarette. She exhaled with a sigh.

Her ears perked up as metal hit the ground near her. She snapped her head and her eyes shot open wide. She had a few seconds to act. Her cigarette fell out of her mouth as she leapt, taking off her helmet. She shouted out a warning as she slammed her helmet down over it and lay on top of it. Thunder roared louder than she had ever heard before and she felt as if she was flying. She never felt herself hitting the ground. But she did feel pain. Her chest felt as if it was being stabbed over and over and over again, it hurt in inhale, she smelt burning flesh. Her neck and arm felt as if it was on fire. Grey, blurry sky filled her vision before it faded to black. She would be going home now. She would be going home.