Sons of Jupiter,

You stand assembled today as the finest army ever to walk upon Gaia. For centuries uncounted, your fathers, and their fathers, have fought to establish your birthright. One day, you will die. That day may be today. You have no choice over when you die or how you die. But you do have a choice over how you will live. When you enter Hades and await judgement, your forefathers will greet you. Will you have honored them and proceed with them to Elysium? Or will you be cast away in shame, to proceed to Tarturus to skulk in your cowardice for all time? I tell you here and now, you can and will be victorious. All that is required is the will, which only you can provide.

Today, we march forth, for Jupiter, for Mars.
Today we march forth to pay our debt to our fathers and to build tomorrow for our sons.
Today we march forth to declare the glory that is Rome.

Let all who hear that name tremble in fear at the coming of our armies.