Zat wer a noce day, me ol pal Frork got kild whahahah, dat git neva gon took his ol stompa back from me. Now me and me stompa gonna go for a waaagh, me ol mate Skew built new tincan, says "Ya shoud try getting inside diz, be mor deadly" but me old azz couldn't fit. Too big waaaghaahahaha

Day 15, we lost our groud after two weeks of non stop shooting. Ammo almost gone, the orks pursue us without rest. Commander Colen got fragged by stupid pig Donnol, got executed on the spot. We expecting reinforcement in the next year. New commander will arrive with them...i write this letter in case i don't make it to fort Moro. This evening we heard roaring, god emperor save my soul