Chloe and Pegeumnin were talking to each other like they do all the time. Chloe was commander of a lepoard 2A6 tank. Having Pegeumnin as her assistant gunner. All four people but the loader had either their head or upper body out of the tank from the hatches to get some fresh air as they were finishing up a convoy. “Chloe: “want to get a hot meal after this? I heard the chef is making our favorite dish for lunch.” pegumnin eyes light up. “really?! Heck yeah I want that dish! Oh, it’s been so long since I last had one of them! I’m up!” the two girls giggle to each other before an explosion happens near by. Chloe: “Frick! Enemy’s!” they close their hatches and prepare for battle. The battle was fierce. Thankfully reinforcements from the base come quick. Causing the attackers to run off, but damage was done. Chloe tank was on fire and flipped. Everyone was out but two. One of them was Chloe. She was dragged out and rushed back to base since her left side face was heavily burned and probably scarred for life. About a month goes by till Chloe wakes up.