Who are you, lone driver? Who are you, a man who would not put orders before heart, before reason? Who is this soldier who went through that hell inside the tank, the commander yelling, the comrades yelling, the voice from the headquarters yelling: “Go on, don’t stop, crush him, go fucking on!!!” Who are you, who tried to evade the brave man standing in front on you and, having failed, chose to give up and wait?
What became of you? Nobody knows, no one ever asked. Jail? Reeducation? Execution as a common criminal? The rope or the gun?
You made a life-loving decission on the wheel. You lost your life for it. Someone has to remember you. I do.