Private Pedal, Private Beast and PFC Eyes... A part of Andrew had to wonder what kind of nickname he would have been given if his first squad had lasted longer... 

Shaking his head and driving off some memories that he would rather not have to think about right now, Andrew nodded his head to each member of his new squad as they were introduced out of polite acknowledgement. As their 'tank' was pointed out, Andrew seemed to narrow his gaze as he examined it. "Well... it beats walking. That's about the only bright side here."

Sure, making and maintaining a tank cost money and time but shouldn't the people in charge have foreseen the need to have a strong armored backbone to support their ground forces in the event that one of the factions of the war decided to take a shot at them? Anyone with foresight would have ensured that they had a healthy supply of the damn things then. 

Still, you got what you were given so you just had to suck it up and work with what you got.

"Probably not, but if you can keep me from getting hit for a couple of practice shots so I can get the hang of it I'll see what I can do..." Turning to look at Private Beast, PFC Macdonald seemed to consider something for a moment before a grin appeared on his face. "Private Beast, you look like someone who knows how to use a machine gun. And if there is one thing we need right now if we're going to do this right it's something to make their infantry keep their heads down or  risk losing them. You sure you're not going to join in the fun?"