“I Concede Nothing” Terminus, the God of Borders machine gun 3rd Bn 2nd Mar Kilo

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assault and good ol' infantryman

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch

so until she can balance her scale

“I Concede Nothing” Terminus, the God of Borders machine gun 3rd Bn 2nd Mar KiloI Concede Nothing Terminus, the God of Borders, was about as stubborn as the old Romans that prayed to him. His myth held that any boundary he drew was sacrosanct. No one, not even the King of the Gods would dare erase his lines. In the beginning, Rome didnt have anything special about it beyond its belief in this one obscure spirit, but he was enough. Rome lost hundreds of battles over their history, but they just couldnt admit defeat. Terminus