I was originally part of the Tenebrian 57th regiment, called the Dust Devils.  We were a light infantry regiment, stealth and infiltration were our specialty.  But during a recent campaign against a tyranid invasion of the planet Lacrimar, our regiment was utterly decimated.  The losses were too great to wait for reinforcements from another Tenebrian regiment, so we were combined with the Deimoran 12th, a mechanized infantry regiment from a hive world.  They’re not very polite, but I admire their courage.  We’ve been collectively renamed the Lacrimar 9th regiment, after the planet we were reformed on.

I lost an arm fighting the tyranids, and I’ve already outlived the average life expectancy of a guardsman.  I consider myself very lucky, but that doesn’t mean I won’t bitch about things.  In fact I will bitch very often, as long as the commissar’s out of earshot…