There was once a tank...
It was a strong tank
A good tank with great engineering
It carried its crew safely through battles and across the plains
Then the war ended
But the crew members that had survived did not wish to see their steel friend end up as scrap
So they banded together one last time and petitioned for their tank to be saved
It was long and grueling process. Some of the old crew joked that taking artillery shells would've  been easier
The tank however did not know her old crew was moving to preserve her and simply sat in the boneyard. Patiently waiting for torch.
The one clear spring day the tank's old crew came to the boneyard
She was overjoyed to see them, for what she though was the last time, however the crew was not alone
With them was their wives, sons and daughters. The children looked at the old tank with awe and wonder.
The old crew told stories of their adventure and scares throughout the war
The tank listened on. If she could smile she would have. If she could cry happy tears she would have.
Then came the men in coveralls bearing tools and crates
Tank thought this was the end
But the men with tools smiled and shook hands with her old crew
And then they all started to repair the old tank
It was long and grueling process. Some of the old crew joked that taking artillery shells would've  been easier
The tank however did not know her old crew was moving to preserve her and simply sat in the boneyard. Patiently waiting for torch.
The one clear spring day the tank's old crew came to the boneyard
She was overjoyed to see them, for what she though was the last time, however the crew was not alone
With them was their wives, sons and daughters. The children looked at the old tank with awe and wonder.
The old crew told stories of their adventure and scares throughout the war
The tank listened on. If she could smile she would have. If she could cry happy tears she would have.
Then came the men in coveralls bearing tools and crates
Tank thought this was the end
But the men with tools smiled and shook hands with her old crew
And then they all started to repair the old tank
Two days later the old tank proudly rolled into her new home
The Field Museum of History
Here the old tank would not simply sit and be looked upon
No
Here she would be demonstrated and driven to show the visitors just what she could do
And once a year on the armistice
She would be given three live shells
One fired to mark the war
One fired to honor the fallen
One fired to mark the end of the war
And so the tank stayed at her new home. Well cared for and able to be driven about.
The end
Or
Until her people needed her once more and a worthy crew came to her once more