While others command from bunkers with maps, my element is the roar of an engine and the smell of diesel. My home is armor, my language is the screech of tracks, and my argument is a precise shot from a kilometer away.

Gates of Hell is the game where my skills come alive. To feel the battlefield through a view slit, to predict an enemy's maneuver, to know the weak spot of every enemy vehicle like the back of my hand. A flanking attack on a Tiger , a duel at a mountain pass, a crushing breakthrough - that's where I find my beauty.

For those who believe in the power of steel and tactics, see you on the front line. Let's dance .