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FOR ALL COMRADES
Meine Kameraden.
Meine treuen Freunde.
Meine Brüder und Schwestern.
The recent weeks have once again shown us the true nature of our total Krieg against the Corsairs, against their endless hordes, their relentless hunger for conquest, for conflict, and their unquenchable thirst for not just our Blut, but also the blood of all those they deem too weak and too frightened to rise against their self-proclaimed Empire.
Meine Kameraden, never before, not for us nor our predecessors and not for the generations before them, has this Krieg reached such a level of mercilessness and brutality. Never before have I been witness to such commitment, such willpower and such Mordlust on either side of this Krieg.
Meine Kameraden, our Krieg has now truly become absolute. There will be no mercy. There will be no rest. There will be no surrender. There will be no defeat.
We will march on, meine Kameraden. We will march on to our Endsieg, with our heads high, our hearts filled not with fear, for there is no need to fear our Feinde.
And, meine Brüder und Schwestern, know and always remember that they, they do not fear us. They do not respect us. And, Ihr Soldaten des freien Rheinland, know that they too will give us no quarter, they too will not rest, and they will not show mercy.
Meine tapferen Kameraden, we will keep marching into the heart of darkness that is their precious Omicron Gamma. We will march on and there will be naught but courage and ardency to fill our hearts, for we need not fear them! We need not fear their mighty war-machinery! We need not fear their men! We need not fear their courage nor their reputation! Meine Kameraden! We need not fear ANYTHING! WE NEED NOT FEAR ANYONE!
We need not fear, for WE WILL BECOME FEAR! We will rise beyond being mere men and women on the battlefield! We will become their ultimate Nemesis and the living incarnation of their worst nightmares! Meine Kameraden, we will draw the flaming sword that once brought Rheinland to its knees! We will carry forth the eternal fire of our Volksrevolution into that heart of darkness they call their home!
Meine Kameraden, I promise you now that the day will come that when they see us, their hearts and minds will tremble. Their once-steadfast resolve will waver, and it will collapse when they hear our voices echo across their Omicron Gamma. And then, meine Kameraden, that Flammenschwert of hatred we wield, that is what we will raise high, and when it descends upon them like Ragnarok upon the Earth, we will crush them and tear them asunder.
But, meine Kameraden, before I speak more of our Sieg, I want you to know that I too am but a mere man fighting for our cause. And I too have hopes and dreams.
And ja, there is one dream I wish to have become reality meine treuen Kameraden.
However it is not so much a dream of conquest, victory, defeat or our Krieg itself.
Nein meine Kameraden. My dream is a dream of the future. A dream of peace.
A future where the Corsairs' precious, oh-so precious yet desolate and barren home-world, their planet Crete, is not what it is now. In the future I dream of, meine Kameraden, the Crete we know is no more. The Corsairs' beloved planet, it is no longer theirs, but it is ours. And it is not the wasteland many of us gaze upon everyday, but it is a beautiful world, a peaceful world. The grass grows tall all across what once was the endless deserts, and as my eyes wander, I see a rocky path leading to a lone house, standing atop a tall hill, hidden from the hot sun by the shade of two ancient and tall great oak-trees, their branches swaying gently in the summer breeze. When I look closer and follow the path, I gaze into that house, built of hard wood and clinkers, and then I see an old man. He rests comfortably on a wing chair, und raucht friedlich seine Pfeife while reading a book, the pages yellowed by age, old as the man himself. And then, meine Freunde, I realize that dieser Mann, that is no one else but me.
As it dawns upon me that I gaze upon my future self I can hear the jarring of the house's door as it opens, and then I hear the cheerful voices of children. And as this old man stands up to face them, they come running and they shout "Opa! Opa!", for they are my Enkelkinder. And behind them, I see their parents, meine Kinder, mein Fleisch und Blut, for they have come to visit this old man, his face weathered and his eyes deep, a look in them you and I know far too well meine Freunde. The look of a man who has seen but war during most of his lifetime.
But let me tell you now, as I sit there, I do not see myself unhappy, I see myself smiling as meine Familie surrounds me, and I laugh heartily as my grandchildren cheer and tell me of all the new things they have learned in der Schule. I smile wide as they speak of the great tales they've learned, the ones of the even now legendary Hessler family, and I nod my head in agreement when I hear them speak of Brigadegeneral Meissner. I chuckle when they speak of Oberleutnant Gukel's exploits in Omega-7, and I can't help but sing along when they start singing Vladilein. And later the day, when we all sit down around that grand dinner table I once built myself decades ago for supper, they ask me: "Opa Georg, will you tell us about Omicron Hessler?"
So I nod my head, clearing my throat as I slowly begin reciting the history. The history, meine Freunde, of how you and I conquered Omicron Gamma. And I tell them all. I tell them about the peerless leadership of Major Hoerst. I tell them of the day our Kamerad Vladimir had our Jormungands darken Gamma's sun. I tell them of the loyal Mercenaries who supported us battle after battle and the antics of the red-headed and hot-blooded Silver. I tell them about Sturmbannführer Sasha Grau's relentless charges against the unrelenting hordes of Corsairs. I tell them of the Zoners, the ones who rose up against the Corsairs in defiance and fought side by side with us, meine Kameraden. And I tell them of us all, I tell them of our Sieg and of how we rose and became not just the Corsairs' fear, but of how we all became legends, and how we achieved peace.
Meine Kameraden.
Dieser Traum of mine, it is but a dream. And I am not a man who gives in to dreams, for I know that all my wishing will not help it become reality. Nein meine Kameraden, mein Traum is a good dream, but it may not even become reality in my lifetime. That, meine Brüder und Schwestern, is something that I know. It is something that I acknowledge and accept, and something that I live with. But it is not a burden to bear, and I am not afraid. This dream, it is not something that would hinder me and obstruct my vision, because there are other things that I know and believe in, things that allow me to be without fear and doubt.
Meine Kameraden, I know that some day, Omicron Gamma will be known as Omicron Hessler. I know that wir werden siegreich sein in our Krieg. And most of all meine Kameraden, I know that Crete will become a world welcoming of life, and it will not be the inhospitable rock that it is now.
You may ask yourself now how I can be so certain of that, how I can believe that without question, without the shadow of a doubt, when we fight day after day and our Brüder und Schwestern shed their blood for our cause. It is a good question, meine Kameraden. A very good question deserving an answer.
Meine Kameraden! Let me answer it then!
Ich sprach zu euch about how we will become the Corsairs' fear, their Nemesis!
When that is done, meine Kameraden, it will be their blood and the tears of them and their kin that will give birth to life on that rock they call their home! It will be their sacrifices and their losses that will give birth to peace in the Omega systems and beyond! And it will be the day of their defeat when one of us will rise to climb the highest mountain on Crete's surface, and that one Hessian will ram the flag of our Reich into the moutain's peak! And as our cannons roar day after day, once again a mighty roar will be heard across the universe! It will be the roar of us Lions! It will be the voice of the Volksrevolution, the voice that will once and for all proclaim the former Gamma to be Omicron Hessler! For all those who gave their lives and blood! For our future generations! For all our Brüder und Schwestern! Für das freie Rheinland! FÃR DAS VOLK!
FÃR HESSEN!
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