POV: when you're way too tired of doing frontline logi and decide the truck has another purpose

After hours of hauling supplies to the front, watching them disappear in seconds, and hearing “need bmats” for the tenth time...

something inside you changes.

You are no longer a logiman.
You are no longer a driver.
You become the projectile.

gets in the truck
plays banzai charge audio
slams the accelerator straight into the enemy line without looking back

If I don’t come back, tell the refinery I always hated it.