Brothers
Do not lose hope!
Though the enemy swarm like locusts and the night closes in, do not lose hope!
Do not let your fighting spirit die
They are many we are few.
Numbers have never broken real men. Do not let them cut the fire from your blood or the steel from your spine. We were not born to kneel, to apologize, or to fade.
If we fall, let the world remember that free men died on their feet not on their knees.
Die rather than letting the meek castrate you.
