I look at the little guy in the hatch and I don't think about him I"m thinking about me. I'm always thinking about me and what I'm going through. The little guy in the tank is trying to get his boys home for the night, he probably wants to get home to his wife, or his zombie dungeon, or whatever imperial commissars like to do when they are no longer fighting the never ending struggle at the front of the imperial army.
I'm glad I was never an imperial officer or soldier because I couldn't be there for my life partner and our dogs. I know she is out there somewhere, somewhere far to the south and she is getting up and having to face a whole lot of problems. Probably like this imperial commissar when he wakes up in some grimy ditch on some planet he never heard of until a few weeks ago. I guess we all have something in common, we hate fucking xenos.
I plan on weathering this tank within an inch of its life very soon. I'm thinking basecoat today but I have to make sure I practice my camos first, so this after noon will probably just be a lot of airbrushing on plastic soda bottles.TTFN.
