My arms burn with every movement, but I remain inwardly cool.
My legs are filled with duracrete, but I am light as I continue to advance.
My eyes sting with every drop of sweat that rolls into them, but my vision is crystal clear.
My ears throb with the pounding of my heart and the sounds of battle, but I can hear the chants we sang by last night's fire.
I am calm inside because I remember that is not for myself that I am here, but for my brothers and sisters, and for Mandalore.
And I will fight on.