Standing firm, despite the proximity of the heavily armed beast approaching me, I held my arm even higher. Holding my breath, my head was filled with the noise of its engine and its tracks as it inched toward me. Finally, the tank was so close I could smell its diesel fumes and feel the heat of its engine. The squeaking finally stopped. It had ground to a halt less than three feet from where I stood. The huge barrel of its 75mm gun loomed out over my head.
