Observe their troops. Thin fabrics. Exposed skin. Feeble weapons. These are toy soldiers. The playthings of children!
No-one can fault their bravery. Only their results.
To each of us falls a task, and all the Emperor requires of us Guardsmen is that we stand the line, and we die fighting. It is what we do best: We die standing.
Men, you're lucky men. Soon, you'll all be fighting for your planet. Many of you will be dying for your planet. A few of you will be put through a fine mesh screen for your planet. They will be the luckiest of all.
Why did s/he
say "Slow him/her down"? We're allowed to kill Shepard
if we have to, right? Mercenary #2: S/he
said slow him/her down because s/he
thinks we're cannon fodder. Mercenary #1: Oh. Well...shit.
The Mobile Infantry is a group of jarheads who wear plastic armor with morale that would shatter if they saw the Sharks from West Side Story
The goal of the Imperial Guard is to clog the enemy's barrels with dead bodies.
— Anonymous Warhammer 40,000
player at the Newcastle Games Workshop establishment, while painting an Imperial Guard Sentinel
Last time I had a hot meal was five days ago. Since then my entire platoon has been wiped out. That's why you're here. You're just a bunch of guys in line to get shot so they can bring in a bunch of other guys. See how that works?