[b][u][i][color=9e0b0f]Hans[/color][/i][/u][/b]

TIME : Dawn
Location : Berlin Outskirts / Road North of the Moon Elf Forest
Interactions : Ilan My

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He was lifted up with the turret, be felt the searing pain but only for a second. He looked down at the ground as the tanks bull was spewing flames and scrapnel up into the sky towards him. He heard cheering and yelling from below him and he saw the sun rise and disappear. 

Was he dead, do you take what was with you into death? 

His eyes closed as he saw the moon once more as the turret landed on its bottom in the middle of the road. He was thrown down into the turret array as the last flickering shells went off around him. The main cannon fired and exploded on itself as it was bent, the loud crack and boom echoing for miles and miles to come. He sat there in the heated turret as it slowly cooled itself off. 

He looked down and he was perfectly fine, his cloths and all. He noticed his MP 40 was crushed underneath where the Gunner would have sat. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he leaned on the back of his chair.

His head did hurt but there was no mark from the fire, he just have gotten some form of head injury, and he was thankful he was relatively unharmed and he hadn't hit many parts of the inside of the tank. But he wondered, why didn't the spitting flames harm him or what was around him. 

He poked his head out of the turret and sunk back in as he found the small kit used for mending wounds and he took out what was left of the pills before taking them. He found what was left of the ration. That he was saving for a prolonged patrol, some chocolate, a pound of horse, and small loaf of bread. This was not Berlin.

He stayed inside the turret looking about through his hatch, with only a knife to protect himself and maybe a wrench if he looked hard enough, he had a leather bound copy of Mein Kampf, that would not do much.  He would make his way out when it became dark or once he regained the courage to do so. He must keep the Reich going.