I know you're looking through this writing. I know you probably have a group of experts, looking through artifact after artifact, photographed from prison cells and dormitories and work rooms, analyzing every Martian on this planet. Developing a profile of the prisoner of war. I know you're trying to figure out what I'm thinking, why I'm thinking it, and whether I'm a risk to the Earth population nearby.
Well, analyze this:
Your army slaughtered my entire command. You left seven people alive, out of thousands.
I will never rest, I will never give in, and I will never, ever abandon this uniform.
Keep trying.
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