A/N: I also forgot to mention, the information contained in this story was correct at the time of update 7.4 or thereabouts. Regardless, gl hf!
With each battle, my performance gradually improved.
In fact, it wasn't long before my commanders were so impressed that they gave me a new tank.
A T-26.
Again, it was not like the big, bad battle wagons of today, but it was an improvement over that old MS-1.
Better firepower, better speed, but the armor still left something to be desired.
In fact, I think the first kill that I ever got was when I was driving this machine.
As usual, my tank kept getting blown up, and as usual, both man and machine were fixed up for the next engagement.
However, this tank did make a difference when it came to survival rate. Sure, it was a small difference, but I took whatever I could get.
Eventually, my commanders gave me a new tank again for doing a good job.
This one was a T-46.
Again, the armor wasn't much to speak of, but speed was a noticeable improvement over my old T-26.
One thing that I especially liked about my new tank was the gun: a 76mm L-10 cannon.
For the first time in my tank-driving career, I could do some serious damage to the enemy.
But even that wasn't enough to stop my tank from getting destroyed.
And by now, it was getting to the point where there were some shards of metal that the doctors couldn't remove from my body.
I didn't care too much.
While it did feel like a scar of battle, it also felt like a badge of honor.
It also made me feel more connected to my machine.
While some asked me what had happened, most people didn't seem to care.
Criticism is gold. Negativity and nitpicking are pyrite.