Tonight, as we step onto the field of combat, as fingers wrap around the triggers of our assault rifles and clench primed grenades, as we prepare to face an unknown opponent, prepare yourselves.
For death will surround us.
As Tracers scorch the air and explosions turn day into night, let fear not STRIKE at our courage, let our thoughts not become OVERGROWN with the tendrils of doubt.
For there will be moments when death seems like the inevitable outcome and every second seems like our last
Fear not these moments, but rejoice in them, for every enemy whom you take with you into the void of respawn will know that he was bested not by a mere man, but by a true warrior.
As we stare with ever vigilant eyes over Iron sights aimed at the VACANT hearts of our enemies, find peace in the knowledge that although the situation may seem hopeless and the odds overwhelming, your brothers will spawn at your side.
For they will not falter.
Tonight, for 45 minutes we will not fight as mere men, but as Legends.