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>>2089369
Don't we all, although I'm not sure what that has to do with this thread.

I have no offensive armament.
My Hellbore is operable, but the third ion bolt welded the gunport shutters closed.
A salvo of armor-piercing shells hammers my hell,
lifting me and slammikng me back to the ground
in a red-orange cataclysm.
The multiple impacts strip my starboard track.

I think of Major Bowen, and the Saxon bodyguard striding forward to die at Maldon:

Heart grow stronger, will firmer,
Mind more composed, as our strength lessens.

The citizens do not need to know what the cost is.
They need only to know that the mission has been accomplishd.