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It was a time of innocence. Do you think maybe I could accompany you to a dance? I don't dance with soldiers. I could lose the uniform. I don't dance with naked soldiers. A time of love. In a heartbeat, I could fall so hard. A time of war. The very ground we are standing on is shifting. Civilization hangs in the balance. Our immediate concern is recruitment. I ask you to look at the men who stand amongst you. A soldier in the modern battlefield is beset with many challenges. I don't wanna leave, it's not accurate———I don't wanna leave you. Get your heads down. This party we called passion there stood three months ago. The job of breaking out falls to the only outfit in this entire circus that seems capable of getting anything done and that's us———the Canadian Corps! We don't give ground, we don't lose an objective, and we don't give up a single guy. All right, this is it, boys! There is only one rule: Don't die! British couldn’t do it. The French couldn’t do it. It was just us, Canadian Corps. You know they got a name for us——the Enemy. They call us “Storm Troopers”. Steady! Kings may die, and countries may crumple, but if we look close enough, we just might find something to believe in. Remember the rule: Don't die!