The battlefield was a cacophony of sound and destruction. Tanks rolled
past each other, shooting, and exploding, spewing thick black smoke into the air. Commander Jack and his team sat inside their Sherman tank, on
high alert, scanning the area for any incoming attacks. Soon enough, the radio crackled to life. It was troop commander, informing them that the enemy was approaching. Jack maneuvered the tank into position, and waited with bated breath. Before they knew it, the battle had begun. The enemy tank was trying to flank them, but Jack and his team were ready. They unleashed a volley of shots, and the enemy tank exploded, sending debris flying in all directions. But the enemy team was not ready to give up yet. They fired back with a ferocity unlike anything Jack and his team had ever experienced. Their cannon fire shook the very earth as they approached. Jack and his team quickly came up with a plan. They’d use their speed to evade the enemy tank’s attacks, and launch a surprise attack from behind. With expert hand, Jack manuvered the tank, levelling his gun on the enemy tank, which was now barrelling straight at them. Jack ordered his team to fire. Finally, after a few tense moments, the enemy tank exploded into a ball of fire, marking the end of the battle. The team cheered triumphantly, their adrenaline still pumping. Jack was ecstatic - he had led the team to victory in this epic battle. They quickly received news that the war had been won and their country was at peace. As they rolled apast thier decimated enemy, Jack couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. The enemy soldiers had families too, he reasoned. They were fighting for their own country, just like him. As they drove away, Jack made a personal resolution to live his life as a peacemaker, rather than a warrior. But he knew that for now, he had done what he had to do to ensure peace in a time of war.
