Our house has a history

Apparently the house we live in was occupied by rebel forces during the civil war. Most of the villagers crossed the river, and this house and several others were used as command posts. People died in my house. That’s kind of trippy.

Somehow one government soldier got left on this side of the river. I don’t know if they forgot him or what. But he had a tank, and since the rebels had no weaponry to defeat a tank, he survived for about three weeks in his tank, just him and the rebels. It is said that he killed about three hundred people – a single tank in a town full of the opposition – before he was able to rejoin his own side. Now the tank sits destroyed from a land mine on the dirt road to the bridge, and the man is out of his mind.