Warhammer Armageddon All Quiet

In the empire's archives, Kratos's 317th Recruitment Group is just a series of filed numbers. Six thousand three hundred people survived less than a standard day on Armageddon, with a survival rate of less than 0.4%. No one will remember them. Just like no one will remember those young people who were pulled away from the bottom of the hive city, remember the corpse starch they ate, remember their trembling fingers when holding the gun, remember that when they fell, they chanted not the name of the emperor, but the tuneless hymn hummed by their mother. But Kyle remembers. Because he is a monster - two worlds live in his soul. One told him that the Emperor was a god and that it would be an honor to die for Him. Another told him that humans had once walked on the moon, had written Shakespeare, and had believed in freedom. He didn't know which one was true. All he knew was that he wanted to live. This is a story about the forgotten. About those mortals who were smashed to pieces by the Emperor's Hammer, about their fear, their cowardice, their unworthy bravery.