[NearSightedFarseer]

(hopefully this post will set things straight n right)

gren was one of the few conscripts to remain standing after the battle, the others managed to run away or lay disembered on the ground. the commisar, after conversing with the squad leader, approached him and said, "you did well today, so your joining the guard proper", as he was inspecting his las pistol closely.

gren approached the squad leader and introduced himself, "guardsmen gren reporting, sir", the officer nodded and pointed to the platoon. gren dropped his busted lasgun, broken nearly in half when he ran out of ammo and had to bludgeon the brutal orks with it. he saw a slighty battered lasgun with attached bayonet on the ground, picked it up, and wiped off the blood. holding his head high, he went over to platoon and introduced himself to his comrades.

gren felt a new sensation, pride, about his actions, felling at least 10 orks and he knew that many more would be killed before the day was through