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they ship in warmies who think they know war but no one knows war before
no one from terra knows what it is to feel your lungs fill with ice as the red eye watches you forever
no one from terra knows how to fight in tunnels or trenches; that planet is too crowded, everywhere has people, no one knows what it's like to fight inside the ground itself
no one from terra knows how the fighting goes when the line between soldier and miner is as blurry as your vision gets as the ice sets in
no one from terra knows how fighting used to be, without plasma guns or electro-bombs, no one knows how to fight when it gets so cold that all the modern tech dies and you're left with your frozen purple hands and the rifles of your ancestors
no one from terra knows what war is. no one knows what war is before—
before they come here.