It was a long walk, forty kilometres as the crow flies, but I was taking long diversions and detours through the woods, I did not want to be seen, sometimes I walked, sometimes I crawled.
I was behind enemy lines, painted to look like a soldier, my target was LCP10, Logistics and Command Post number 10. That was my target, that and any enemy tank or soldier I came across.
I’m mostly hollow, just some motors and electronics. I am filled with a hundred sachets each containing high explosive and a twenty-minute, time-delay detonator. I can also self-detonate.
Hooray – I got there. It was not what I was expecting, it was night-time and foggy. There was a large building and a very wide road – I got it – it was an old air field, but no aeroplanes. I entered the building, it was a large hanger full of enemy tanks. There was a guard, but he was asleep, I proceeded quietly.
Every other tank got a present, a sachet set to explode after forty minutes; I placed it in the gap between the turret and the body of the tank. Great – about thirty tanks. I left the hanger and explored some more.
Another hanger, but filled with supply trucks – more present giving. The first tanks were exploding, I heard shouting, only twenty sachets left, I exited the hanger and followed some soldiers running to a large old house. Perhaps that was LCP10, I followed the men into the basement of the house, it was warm, full of men and computer screens.
It was LCP10. Everyone looked at me. Who or what the hell was I? They aimed at me and...
I self-detonated.