M3 Stuart

My grandpa fought in one. He said it was like driving a broken toaster into a meat grinder.

That tank was so weak, it got run over by a truck.

It was the tank version of a kid who gets picked on in the hallway.

That tank was so small, it was like a pebble in a hurricane.

It got hit by a grenade and cried like a baby.

The M3 Stuart was the tank version of someone who forgot their homework.

It was like the tank version of a punchline that didn’t land.

The M3 Stuart got run over by a tank like it was nothing.

It was the tank that got laughed at in the war.