As a New day Approcahes. You get up and as usal. Move to the perimeter. This was always what you did. You were a Special Branch of units That command wanted made. One of the tanks spoke up

''God I SWEAR THIS IS SOOO BORING!"

The Heavy Tank Spoke up

''Unit. Calm down. Least we arent on the battlefields''

The Hovertank spoke up

''Yeah... I Feel bad for those that die though. Almost every one of us are machines. And when we die. We lay there. As a wreck. Never to be reanimated but to be scrapped to be rebuilt.."