When the chaplain entered the bay, no man dared exempt himself from religious performance. All men stayed alert and awake to witness the bold professions regarding their trade. I sat in solace, as my mind wretched from the burden imposed by the captain’s sermon.

          Soldiers, brethen queen of battle. Hear me and confide in my verse. You have been chosen, raised up by the Almighty to be His ministers of wrath upon this Earth. Go forth brave men. Brothers in arms and destroy your enemies with the vengeance of God.

                    “For he is the minister of God to thee for good. But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid; for he beareth not the sword in vain! For he is the minister of God, a revenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil.”

          Fierce Infantry! Each and every one of you is a minister of wrath chosen by God before all men. You are the reaper! You are the wrath-bringer! You are the widow maker and you are the blood seeker! In the name of the Almighty, may you be victorious and smite your foes in His name!

With these words, the chaplain imparted a holy rage within his flock. This sacred fire, ignited by misguided ferocity, devoured all empathy from the hearts of men. Men who’d cry and men who’d try. Men who’d lie and men who’d die. All soon to be vanquished under heaven’s watchful eye.