After dusk we are going on combat patrol. We can’t see much in the twilight as the toxic smog of the wastelands are filling the air. It’s greenish glow is reflected in the few remaining windows in front of us. We can’t see. We can’t hear because command ordered one of our proud tanks to join. Any surprise we might have had now is gone. Whichever enemy awaits they are ready. Combat patrol turning into call for combat. Hopefully our brothers inside the city will survive until relieved.
