Korinna had spent the last twelve years of her life working on the ancient war relic. Her great-grandfather had brought its remains over from Flanders when she was eight. Now at twenty-one long years of life (and zero social life) she had the beauty almost ready for her villages remembrance ceremony and military parade next week. All that was left was to align the starboard track to stop its tooth rattling squealing. Hers was a 'female' tank, described as it had no big guns, just machine guns.

Reaching down she picked up the correct spanner, preparing for a day of intense muscle development. As her left paw pressed against the vehicles freshly re-painted hull it seemed as though a voice came into her head.

'Thank you daughter'

Looking up, then around she wondered who had spoken yet no one was in the ancient barn she had been using for almost eight years, just her and her beautiful pile of no-longer rusting armor. A second world war had started in Europe last week and she was no fool, this vehicle just might be taken by the home guard to defend the shores against the evil Boche. She was aware though that its thin armor,six to fifteen millimeters at most, even today's heavy caliber revolvers could punch its armor. A shiver ran down her spine to the tip of her tail, only a madman would try to fight in this vehicle.


Art © myuinhiding (FA)
Lost sea shells from the sea shore © Mr. David R. Dorrycott