Another issue I see is weather or not people want to actually read a wall of text. Most people do not see this as an interesting activity.

The tank rests firmly upon the ground with 188 tonnes digging into the earth. Small stepladders are used by the maintenance team to ascend to the top of the eleven foot, eleven inch tank. It's rear plate of one hundred and fifty millimeter rolled homogenous armor had been carted away to the scrapyard and crews were just now wresting the twelve hundred horsepower engine from it's housing. Or, at least, what remained of it.

A firm clank made everyone in the bay jump as the one hundred twenty eight millimeter main barrel of the turret was slid forward and out of its holding and landed upon the top armor of the tank. A few shouts of apology sent the crew back to their tasks. One crew member was hunched over a requisition form and called out for a reminder on the tanks width before writing down twelve feet and two inches. He stamped the order for a replacement rear armor plate and slid it into an envelope to be sent off with the other form for replacement one hundred and eighty and one hundred millimeter armor side plates. Thankfully the two hundred millimeter front plate could be patched up rather than replaced.

There was an ominous grating sound as one of the sixty millimeter tracks was pulled free from the steel supporting cast rollers with several holes in it from machine gun fire. A few of the rollers were removed to repair some light damage from the same assault that had perforated the track. A mechanical whirring signaled the overhead crane coming about and the massive turret was rotated sideways before internal crews unbolted it. The secondary barrel for the smaller seventy five millimeter cannon was removed and hooks were put in place to hoist the large turret from the frame. The maintenance crew backed away while this was happening. Nobody wanted to risk being flattened.

The crew resumed work once the turret was moved to safety. It took a few weeks for the replacement parts to arrive, but when they did they were fitted into place. Lowering the turret into place was harrowing, since the multiple plates of two hundred millimeter and two hundred and forty armor, would ensure that anyone or anything caught beneath them would be lost. Fitting the two hundred and fifty millimeter mantlet onto the front of the turret the two barrels for the primary and secondary cannons were fitted into place. The various other nicks and damages were patched up and additional armor plates replaced as well as the new 1200 horsepower engine installed. A systems check was done and, with a sigh of relief at the pass. The monstrous tank was loaded into the transport for delivery to the battalion.

I could use this as a way to describe my tank without naming it. Or I could say that my tank was the Maus and include a picture.