“Did the Tank God tell you this?”

“Yes.” 

“And this god of yours, where is he?”

“In the sky, in the clouds, he’s got a throne. He sits on his throne and around him are the tanks which have perished in combat.”

“And what does he look like, this god?”

“He’s in coveralls, in a tank helmet. He’s got a ‘34, gilded. When he sits in it, the thunder peals and the lightning flashes. There, you see…” 

“And he helps you in battle?”

“He helps me. I hear the tanks. All tanks talk, only no one hears them, but I hear them. And they, when the shells are flying at them, they warn me and I get out of the way of the shells. That’s how they help me. They want me to live. And they want me to burn that White Tiger.To exact vengeance.”