"First let's get the anaesthetic flowing, we don't want you waking up before we're ready, now do we Cadet?" snickered the Doc.

He placed a special gas mask over Tank head and attached a couple of rubber tubes to it.

"There, now you can wake up and go to sleep whenever we want you to" he giggled again in his strange high-pitched creepy way. But Tank didn't hear it, he was away in his own private dreamland, heroically fighting and dying, again and again, for the Corps.