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12/25/09(Fri)14:24 No.7283812Here's the second part:
His gaze was so calm in the face of calamity, the perfect picture of a guardsman of humanity.
Who was this brave hero whose position I'd spied, warring against this unstoppable tide?
I now knew that all humans I would see this night, owed their lives to these guardsmen who were willing to fight.
Soon all round the galaxy the children would play, and grownups would praise the bright Emperor's Day.
They all lived their lives every month of the year, Because of brave guardsmen like the one standing here.
A tear came to my eye for those who stood alone, on a cold Emperor's Day Eve on a planet far from home.
Their great sacrifices I could never betray So I drew my burning sword to join in the fray
The soldier did turn and I heard a rough voice. "My Emperor, rest easy, this death is my choice;
I fight for a freedom that may never be found, but not ever shall I waver on Your sacred ground."
Then the Guardsman turned to face the incursions of the foul xenos and their unholy perversions
I kept watch for hours, until the night was still and the guardsman lay broken on the bloody red hill.
I could not just leave on that cold grim dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
And as the guardsman lay dying, his soul strong and pure, he cried, "Ave Imperator! It's Emperor's Day! This world is secure!"
I kneeled before the fallen, A great victory he'd won. "Happy Emperor's Day my guardsman, rest in peace, my son." |