Here I am in the World War I museum as an old Renault Tank , wasting away sitting daft to day on my dusty display case . What ’ s worse , I have terrible allergies . There ’ s cats , dogs , dust , and well that doesn ’ t matter anymore . I never thought I would miss being in the war , but I do . I wonder if this is how the other tanks feel . Did the trojan horse ever miss being part of something bigger than itself . May 1918 , when Rodolphe Ernst-Metzmaier invented me , I loved to roll around the battlefield , instead of being held captive in this museum . I like the workers pretty well , but none of the other artifacts talk very much , at least not to me . I can ’ t help but wonder if soldiers survived without me . I mean , my armor protected them from flying bullets and bombs , so I think I was useful . Britain and France built more than 5,000 tanks just like me . I wonder if they were friendly , I am friendly right ? Most think that being in the war was scary , but I have very thick armor , so I was never too worried about getting hurt . I went 4.3 mph . I could always roll over barbed wire , but I rather not prove it . It ’ s poking on my tires and that does hurt . Although I am used as a weapon , I do not like hurting anything or anyone . Over the years , in the museum , I have learned to read . There ’ s a small sign that sits next to me in my display case . I think it says , if a tank succeeds , victory falls . I could be wrong though . Tanks don ’ t go to school , you know . I don ’ t really work anymore . Come by and visit at the World War 1 museum .
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