Tank

   "Holy shit, Jay.  They've got a tank!"
    Jay didn't say anything.  He was pretty sure there had been an RPG in the bunker not 50 feet to their left.  He hadn't been able to grab it when they'd been forced to run, but he thought maybe he could get to it now.
   Without really thinking, he jumped up from behind the rocks, and started running.  He could only hear two sounds: the mechanical whir of the tank's turret turning, and his own beating heart.
   He slid feet first into the bunker.  It was small, and the RPG was within arms reach.  He grabbed it, and as quickly as he could, jammed the business end into the opening.
   Both tank and soldier fired at the same time.