My soul mourns for my dead brothers, but war is war and we must move on.
We cheat death from his rightful victory, no one can defeat us, we gladly plunge feet first into hell, with the knowledge that we will rise!!!!
The O.D.S.T. different in our unique way, our own armor, our own color, and especially our weapons not everyone is good at one roll, one weapon.
One thing the enemy can not take away from us is one thing and that thing is hope.... we hold it in our hands in the end of every battle, every firefight, and every time we kill an enemy we always have a little "Ya don't mess with me" feeling or "I'll kill you" or our own l