Not because it was any good, no.
The Churchill AVRE.
AVRE stood for 'Armoured Vehicle, Royal Engineers.' What you're looking at is a nigh-impenetrable tank which was designed with the boggy, shell-pocked landscapes of WWI in mind. The Churchill was a tank designed by men best described as boffins, which is a wonderfully British term meaning 'very clever individual' usually with a side of 'but utterly feckless where matters of realism and modernity are concerned.' The Churchill was woefully slow, and almost always undergunned when it finally hit the battlefields of WWII, but trying to stop one in motion was like pissing on the tide to turn around the ocean. They were built with the idea that they'd be moving cover - 'infantry tanks' was a particular British design school - and though they never quite saw that intended use, the Churchill was nonetheless a really rather excellent tank once they found something for it to do.
If you've ever seen pictures or film clips of what looks like a squat, ambulatory building slowly deploying a bridge behind it, or rolling out a carpet of anti-mine matting from a giant bobbin? That would have been one of these, an AVRE. The AVRE had additional attachments beyond the ordinary for a Churchill, and were absolutely vital to getting other tanks and equipment around the chaos of a then-modern battlefield. But what really made them stand apart from regular gun tanks was the armament. That colossal tube on the turret was a 230mm spigot mortar. It fired a 40lb projectile which had the official War Department code name 'flying dustbin,' so-called because it was an enormous tin can which traveled so slowly it could be seen in flight. Whatever it hit was gone. It was meant to clear barbed wire fields; it would be a fearsome bunker buster.
It deleted things. It was the finger of God. Whatever it touched concerned its crew no further. In true British fashion it was a essentially a hastily-designed doohickey jury-rigged onto a whatchamacallit, and it fucking worked.
