diary of a kornet  ah, the moment has come. ive trained my whole life for this. ive been cradled in the arms of my launcher, waiting, yearning for the day id be freefree to fulfill my destiny. and there it is, rolling across the battlefield like it owns the place. the chadley ifv, all decked out in its armor, trying to look tough. oh, sweet chadley, you dont know whats coming, do you? i feel the surge of ignition, the roar of power propelling me forward. my fins unfurl, slicing through the air with precision. my guidance system whispers, "closer... closer... patience." but oh, the joy of what awaits! as i close the distance, i see itthe vulnerable spots, the cracks in its confidence. the weak point in the armor glimmers like a target sent from above. i can almost hear chadleys panicked thoughts: oh no, not like this! penetration is imminent. i brace for impact, my explosive charge quivering with anticipation. boom! the sweet symphony of armor splitting apart, of flames and chaos, fills the air. and there it ismy moment of glory. the chadley is no more, a smoldering wreck of hubris and steel. my work here is done. i fade into history, a legend among missiles. theyll tell stories about me. theyll whisper my name: kornet, the chadley slayer.
Task Force Z