I'm so tired, I just want to go to bed.
Don't worry too much, as here comes a Commisar.
Soon you'll be...DEAD!!!!!
No slacking allowed in the Guard, young lady.
It doesn't matter how tired you are, there are still Xenos & traitors to kill.
I love how utterly human this woman looks, as if she's just so tired after fighting for so long, and the only comfort she can find is from a small camp fire.
She's both strong and fragile at the same time.
Truly beautiful image :-)
If your squad is cut down around you, you are expected to keep firing. If the tank beside you is destroyed by a Krak missile, continue firing. Even as autogun rounds flatten on your uniform, you are expected to continue shooting your weapon, reloading when necessary.
And at the end of it all, with your unit dead, and no support in five klicks, you are expected to hold discipline. Crying is for later, in private. For now, discipline enfolds you, as you live to the name of the Iron Guard. Gather lasgun packs, start a small fire, and recharge them. Rinse, repeat. Check your lasgun, clean and anoint. Replace carapace, and salvage what you may. bind your wounds, and eat a ration. Drink some water. Snap a new charge pack into your lasgun.
You'll need it.
The battered-but-not-beaten tone, the single tear (almost as if she doesnt even notice it) and the drained emotionless face. Yet, in all the despair, her pack is ready, there is determination in her face, the las-packs are neatly ordered and facing the same direction while charging. She hasnt abandoned her duty or the order of things, despite what might be behind her eyes and what she went through.
Tells a lot more story than most 40k art i've seen.
Also, the dancing and crackling of a campfire after a hard day of difficult work has something oddly calming and healing. And this young lady definitely needs some healing. As an actual veteran of not just war, I know that face all too well.
Here is a little food for thought: Soldiers in the field are never alone unless it is absolutely unavoidable. This is after battle and none of her comrades are anywhere to be seen, I let you reach the conclusion from that statement in context of this lovely young lady's aloness by yourselves...
Edit: It is only now that I notice that she is actually crying
Were she not a mordi, she would already be dead, either by enemy hand or her own.
I don't know whether you realize this, but this painting demonstrates so well what "there is only war" does to even the strongest, healthiest, most disciplined and most resilient somewhat normal human beings. Be it a long time ago, today or in the far future.
I see her and all I want to do, all I really could do, is her.