I remember the Merican Marines. We were outnumbered and outgunned, and the Tau were slaughtering us by the thousand. We commendeded our souls to the Emperor and prepared to meet our fate. We would not let them take us prisoner, we knew what they would do to us. ‘reeducation camps’ where we would be brainwashed in to hating the Emperor and the Imperium. No, we would die like true soldiers of the Emperor.
And then they came. The sky was lit up by streaks of red, white and blue, and suddenly they landed in the midst of the enemy like a bolt from the blue. They slaughtered the tau, smashed their tanks to scrap and drove them screaming to oblivion.
I remember hearing their Master of Sanctity screaming righteous hatred as he lead his marines, and the tread of mighty dreadnoughts crushing the life out of the Tau, the long dead chapter masters within still fighting, still struggling for freedom. And freedom was what the Merican marines gave us that day. Freedom to fight again, freedom to continue to serve the Imperium. The Tau wanted to steal our freedom, but the mighty marines of Merica saved us, saved freedom and I pray to the Emperor that they will continue to do so forever.