By Krell's commander.
(Krell had his men land at the Umbaran airbase once the 501st took it, and that his poor commander was involved in that 501st vs. 212th disaster. Krell's men didn't paint their armor, so they'd look like rookies.)
How many a brother,
Do I have to see fall
Without a blink from the Jedi –
I'll tell you, it's all.
Not a second glance
To our falling men
Do they really care
as they meet their end?
The Jedi are all the same:
They watch them die,
They don't mourn,
They don't see through our eyes.
So what happened,
When I fired on my own,
My dear little brothers,
Who died with a moan.
The Jedi seemed sorry,
The Jedi said so,
But for what were they sorry?
I still don't know.
Sorry that our Jedi,
Fell as he fell?
Sorry for the loss
Of our men? I can't tell.
I'd forgotten a lesson,
I learned on Kamino
Clones are worth nothing,
To those who aren't clones.