"I eat tanks for lunch. I weigh less than half what they do, my gun is just as good as theirs, and while I don't have much armor, they're going to have a hard time hitting me when I can move sixty in a world where most of my targets can do half that, or maybe a little more. I can dodge around their flanks and rear, bypass that beautiful, super-thick frontal armor they love to brag about so imperiously, and then kick 'em right in the ass with a high-velocity, low recoil 120mm shell, set their shorts on fire, and be gone before their buddies can do fuck all about me."
~ Sgt. Hjördís Vilhjálmsdóttir, Federal States Army, commander of a Centauro II wheeled antitank vehicle.