Among the dead around me, I could see my Sergeant. His eyes still stern, full of determination, even in death. In his hand were the colors. I knew then what my purpose was. Slowly, I reached forward, pulling the Gideon to my body, and, amidst the gunfire, I stood with the colors above me, facing my enemy...
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