In a quick break in the fighting the sangheili received the news. The UNSC had given permission to glass the flood infected parts of the world, and that included us. Because of this we weren’t surprised when shortly after our superior officers confirmed the news, what did surprise us was how long it took for our extraction ships to arrive. By the time the lasers started firing about a quarter of our men were still rushing to their pelicans. Another eighth were caught in the scorching heat that followed. After that ordeal we were sent to Canada to support local military forces trying to meet up with a few native tribes who had taken up arms against this invasion. There the fighting was less heated and we were able to catch our breath, it didn’t last long. Soon we found ourselves trudging through the cold, hard sludge while far off gun fire filled our minds with distant thoughts and flashes. The rest of the campaign was a sort of blur to me. Hiding in the snow in the cold dead Arctic, clearing ruins in Rome, blasting through the sands of Egypt. And in the end, we came out victorious. Yes the home fleet was all but destroyed, yes we had lost almost half our men. Yet we had survived, and the flag still hung high above the Homeland.