Unit after unit was turned from living human flesh in to burning phosphorus. One marine that thought he could be some sought of hero, pulled a grenade from his worn red dented metal pouch, grasped the pin, and ripped it out causing a loud pinging noise. He ran and ran as fast as he could run in his heavy red armor straight in to a cluster of zerglings, his act of bravery managed to free up some slack for other troops. The Terrans were easily out-numbered and had come heavily unprepared for this hefty task at hand. Another marine was down in a trench, so frightened, all bundled up in a corner looking dead with his eyes shut with blood running down his thin face. He opened his eyes, he peered around seeing the sky light up constantly being blinded. He caught a glimpse of a dead Marine grasping the Allied Terran flag well at least what he could make it out to be, he picked up his heavy body and began to walk slowly toward it, there was a calm he quickly kicked the dead body away and freed up the flag, he gathered all his courage and dived out of the muddy blood drenched trench, gave out a warriors cry and ran, every troop that was still alive got there asses up and rallied to the flag. It was a beautiful sight, the sun rise on Mars shined straight through the tattered flag. Everything that was still alive, that beared the mark of the Terran alliance got to the flag and launch a final assault on the Zerg. Men reloaded and let rip in to all of the Zerg causing a very large wound, they all headed straight for the Zerg's base kicking shit out of every building. They were just doing there job, they knew they were going to die but they didn't care because they knew they had not died in vain. Whatever air support that was left began to leave orbit for a nuclear strike of the area. They knew they had lost but this job had to rid the Terran system and all earth was relying on them to get rid of this cancer that never seemed to stop eating away at the Terran alliance. To be continued.