Post by flippmoke on Dec 30, 2009 18:16:53 GMT -5
A make shift microphone had been placed on the shell shattered mound just outside the headquarters of the cratered military base on Malta. The shattered remains of the 42nd Brigade stood together, facing Nigel who was walking up on the mound where light shined up into the dark night sky. The rain had finally let up for a moment as if the weather had finally given Nigel the right to speak.
A small nod toward Nigel was the sign that the signal had been established and they were now live on broadcast to stations around the entire solar system.
"I was once told that the greatest victory a soldier can see is the results of his struggles years after his battles are done. My father told me that, and the more I have fought the more I can only seem to find its truths," said Nigel as he began his speech on the mound.
"Today I watched brave men storm the beaches of a shore that they had never seen in their lives. They pressed on in the worst of weather, through the worst of situations not for some grand resolve after the end of this war but for the men among them. Each day the resolve of all of these men is tested. They have fought in the blistering heat of the Sarah, where out numbered they held their ground for eight terrible days, only to return to find that cowards at home had destroyed their once beautiful country. Pressed to their limits they were sent to the Arctic where the frigid cold of a blizzard should have crushed their spirits, and despite yet again being outnumbered they drove off an invasion force while waiting for reinforcements. With out a moment's break they took off today and traveled halfway around the world to bring the fight to Garma on the beaches in Europe," preached Nigel as he stared directly a camera that was on a tripod near the mound.
"Yet, they do not grow weary, they do not tire, they do not complain. Though it all they have only grown stronger, more willing to fight this war till its proper end. Each man will fight and die for another man's dream of a modest farm where he can be free to do as he pleases, it is the right to choose that each man so desperately desires. Each knowing that they are part of a struggle for the most basic of rights that could be so swiftly dashed from him under the weight of a tyrannical thumb," said Nigel as he pushed his thumb against the palm of his other hand.
"This is why we must and will win this war, for no amount of propaganda will guarantee every Zeon soldier the rights that god has bestowed upon them. They may fight for each other's lives but they can't never fight for a purpose that benefits each of them for the rest of their lives. Let it be known that no spin doctoring can make the terrible things that Garma's demented soldiers have done any less evil and corrupting," continued Nigel.
"Today we saw men fight for these fundamental principals and push back Zeon's forces yet again. A theme that will continue to become all to common in this war. So let Garma send the forces of hell against us, the 42nd Brigade, but for each man they may strike down our resolve and spirit will only grow, our reach shall only extend, our numbers shall only increase. So prepare to repent forces of darkness for you shall be judged by the righteous hammer of free men," finished Nigel as lowered his eyes toward the camera giving signal to the camera man to cut the feed.
A small nod toward Nigel was the sign that the signal had been established and they were now live on broadcast to stations around the entire solar system.
"I was once told that the greatest victory a soldier can see is the results of his struggles years after his battles are done. My father told me that, and the more I have fought the more I can only seem to find its truths," said Nigel as he began his speech on the mound.
"Today I watched brave men storm the beaches of a shore that they had never seen in their lives. They pressed on in the worst of weather, through the worst of situations not for some grand resolve after the end of this war but for the men among them. Each day the resolve of all of these men is tested. They have fought in the blistering heat of the Sarah, where out numbered they held their ground for eight terrible days, only to return to find that cowards at home had destroyed their once beautiful country. Pressed to their limits they were sent to the Arctic where the frigid cold of a blizzard should have crushed their spirits, and despite yet again being outnumbered they drove off an invasion force while waiting for reinforcements. With out a moment's break they took off today and traveled halfway around the world to bring the fight to Garma on the beaches in Europe," preached Nigel as he stared directly a camera that was on a tripod near the mound.
"Yet, they do not grow weary, they do not tire, they do not complain. Though it all they have only grown stronger, more willing to fight this war till its proper end. Each man will fight and die for another man's dream of a modest farm where he can be free to do as he pleases, it is the right to choose that each man so desperately desires. Each knowing that they are part of a struggle for the most basic of rights that could be so swiftly dashed from him under the weight of a tyrannical thumb," said Nigel as he pushed his thumb against the palm of his other hand.
"This is why we must and will win this war, for no amount of propaganda will guarantee every Zeon soldier the rights that god has bestowed upon them. They may fight for each other's lives but they can't never fight for a purpose that benefits each of them for the rest of their lives. Let it be known that no spin doctoring can make the terrible things that Garma's demented soldiers have done any less evil and corrupting," continued Nigel.
"Today we saw men fight for these fundamental principals and push back Zeon's forces yet again. A theme that will continue to become all to common in this war. So let Garma send the forces of hell against us, the 42nd Brigade, but for each man they may strike down our resolve and spirit will only grow, our reach shall only extend, our numbers shall only increase. So prepare to repent forces of darkness for you shall be judged by the righteous hammer of free men," finished Nigel as lowered his eyes toward the camera giving signal to the camera man to cut the feed.