The Lucky Aces Aetriden's Finest

We do not know what our chances of survival are,
so we fight as if they were zero.
We do not know what we are facing,
so we fight as if it was hell unleashed.
No one will remember us now and we may never be buried beneath Earth Soil, so we will build our own memorial here.
The Marine Corps might lose us and humanity survivors might never know we existed, but the Strol - the Strol will know.
The Strol will remember. We will hurt it so badly that it will never forget us until the stars burn out and humanity vanquishes it at the end of time.
When Strol is dying, its last thought will be of us.
That is our memorial - carved into the heart of Strol.
We cannot lose, Marines.
We have already won.