Your less-precious body parts aren't any safer: "There's not a lot of room inside the turret. So with the gun [which extends to the inside of the machine] moving up and down, a gunner or loader [the kablooey supplier] could easily have their limbs broken if they got jammed between the gun and the ceiling/floor ... I had a friend whose femur got snapped because he was stretching just when his commander rotated the turret. He said it sounded like a bullet being fired inside the tank."
Is it just us, or does it look like a hungry mouth?
And this is all stuff that can happen when the tank works perfectly, which obviously isn't always the case. "One time, the mechanism that spits out the casing stopped working, so the loader had to do it manually. When you have to do that on the Leopard C2, it stops the smoke from being pushed out the barrel, so the inside of that tank was filling with cordite smoke, and the loader lost consciousness. I tried to push him out of the hatch, but my vision started to fade. Luckily, the guys pulled me out and sent in medics to give the loader oxygen."
Everyone was fine in the end, but this wasn't the only lethal gas Albert had to contend with ...