"Target tank, T-80, one o'clock! Sabot! Fire!" I ordered. The big 125mm 
gun jerked back in recoil, the smell of cordite filling the air. The 
Sabot shell came apart in midair. A 50mm tungsten shell continued toward 
the tank, hitting it in the turret, which promptly flew 30 feet into the 
air. 

"OK Corporal, that makes us five Rouge tanks killed! We're tank aces!" 
the driver said. I smiled at this. I had always wanted to be a tank ace, 
and now I was the first in the whole battalion. That is, only until I 
could get back to my F-15E. Those goddamned spongies. 

"Target… there's a tank with an antenna out there!" I looked through the 
gunner's sight. There was an M2A3 Command Vehicle out there.

"Target, M2A3, twelve o'clock! HEAT! Fire!" I ordered. The gun recoiled 
again. The HEAT round penetrated into the Command Bradley, where it 
exploded, vaporizing the Wyrm Minion commander instantly.

"Good kill! Good kill!" the gunner yelled.

"Alright," I said, "We just took out a Wyrm Minion. That means there are 
going to be a lot of confused spongies out there. Let's just hope the 
decide to play patty-cake when we come along." The crew went back to 
their work, more dedicated than ever.

"Knave Two, Knave Two!" someone yelled over the radio. I recognized our 
callsign.

"Knave Two, here."

"Knave Two, this is Knave Five. The LT just got taken out! They are 
using RG artillery shells! We're being sla-" Knave Five went off the 
air. RG munitions? How did the Rouges get their slimy paws on those? The 
RG munitions were small bomblets with a small radar in the nose. They 
were fired at tanks, and the radar guided them to the thin top armor of 
the tanks. That meant I had to watch out. It also meant I was the new 
Platoon XO.

WHANG! A shell glanced off the sloping armor on the front of the turret.
"Shit sir, there's a LeClerc out there!" I looked quickly. Sure enough, 
there was a LeClerc out there, its gun barrel smoking. 
First Russkie stuff, then US, and now French? I thought. How the hell 
did they manage that? No time to worry about that. The gunner swore.
"Sarge, the firing computer is out!" Now I swore. 
"Manual range!" The 12.7mm Machine gun on the turret shot off a two 
second burst to get the range.

"Target, LeClerc, Twelve o'clock! Sabot! Fire!" The big gun recoiled 
again. The LeClerc promptly disappeared in a flash of smoke and fire. 
Then the ground shook. At first I thought it was the LeClerc exploding, 
but the gunner change my mind.

"Holy Shit! What the hell is that?" he exclaimed. I looked into his 
sight and saw a huge mech…that looked strangely like an AT-ST from Star
Wars.

"Target, Mech, eleven o'clock! Super Dragon! Fire!" A sleek, white Super 
Dragon Anti-Tank missile erupted out of its launcher and headed for the 
thing's "head".

"C'mon baby! Reach out and touch someone!" The Super Dragon hit the 
mech, which exploded promptly. 

"Gawd Damn! That's a pretty sight!" The headless AT-ST fell over, 
killing a couple APCs it had been protecting. My gunner smiled.

"Should I count that as a triple word score, Corporal?" he asked.

"Hell, yes!" The ground started to shake again. I thought it was another 
mech- "FUCK! FUCK A HAIRY DUCK!" The gunner yelled. "Corporal, there's a
whole armored battalion heading this way!" 48 tanks of various kinds, from 
T-90s to M-48A6s were rolling towards us.

"Get us the hell outta here!" I shouted.

"Negative, negative! Look!" My driver said. Then I saw the rest of Alpha 
Company decided to join us.

"Alright," the captain said over the radio, "Fire on my command!"
The tanks rolled closer. They were only about 500 yards away now.

"Not yet… not yet…"

400 yards.

300 yards.

200 yards.

"FIRE AT WILL! FIRE AT WILL!" Nine 125mm M650 guns belched fire and 
smoke into the spongie armored battalion. Eight killed targets. The  
remaining spongie tanks were quickly routed. Not one spongie survived.
My F-15E was finished three days later, but I decided to stay in Armor 
for awhile longer. I kinda liked it.