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The air was bright with laser fire above Three Platoon's position. The Whiteshields watched as four Ork Dreadnoughts lumbered through the smoke - an armoured spearhead, trying to break through the Imperial Guard line.

Super-attack Onslaughter, Yarren though automatically: two power claws, one las-cannon, one heavy bolter. And they were heading straight for Three Platoon.

Six las-cannon fired almost together. Two Dreadnoughts fell amid crimson sheets of flame, but the other two kept comming. A deadly curtain of bolter fire wiped out half of A and B squads.

Yarren darted out from behind a heap of rubble, zigzagging through the smoke and fire to the wreckage of the Command Section. Captain Murdin was dead, and Commissar Traidir was serioysly wounded. Yarren prised the platoon's standard from the dead fingers of the Orderly, and knelt over the Commissar.

"Permission to advance, Commissar?" he asked. His eyes were bright - here was his chance to prove himself.

The Commissar raised his head a little, and smiled weakly.

"The Emperor guard you." he whispered horsely. Then died.


Children, you call them! They pull a trigger just as well as veterans, and they have the spirit of a bull narthax. Call them childeren if you wish - I call them troops. Good troops.

-Colonel Marus Cullen
5th Pannonia Regiment

When the youngsters come of age - the precise age varies according to the regiment's homeworid culture - they begin their training as Guardsmen. During their trainning period they are officially designated probitors; in practice, they are given names from the regiment's homeworid culture, such as Cadets, Probationers or Gun Babies. But by far the most common name for probitors, especially in regiments from feral or mediaevil homeworids, is Whiteshields. On these worlds, the young warriors carry shields with no markings - not until they have proved themselves in battle can they claim the right to display the tribe's colours or the heraldry of their fathers. This practice has been continued in the Guard, and all probitors have blank insignia: they show neither regimental, company nor platoon symbols until they earn the right on the battlefield.

In most regiments, recruitment to the Whiteshields represents the first phase of the youngsters' passage into adulthood, and is accompanied by appropriate rituals from the regiment's home culture. Whiteshields continue to perform menial and support duties, but combat training takes up an increasing proportion of their time, until they are Judged to be ready for action. Finally, they get a chance to prove their mettle in combat and to demonstrate that they are worthy of becoming true warriors in the Guard.

Regiments of the Imperial Guard are generally posted to combat zones immense distances from their homeworlds, and it is rarely practical to recruit from the homeworid to make up for combat losses. The Guard therefore uses various other methods of bringmg regiments up to strength, depending on the circumstances: amalgamating depleted regiments into a single fighting force is common practice, especially when the regiments are being constantly transported to new battle zones. Regiments that are left to garrison a world they have conquered, on the other hand, recruit from local sources - the most common method (and by far the safest on hostile planets) is to draft the sons of the regiment into the Guard when they come of age.

The children fathered by members of an Imperial Guard regiment are usually brought up completely within the regiment itself. It acts as a kind of extended family. infusing the youngsters with the culture of the homeworld they have never seen, and assigns them menial and support duties which would otherwise eat into the regiment's fighting strength.

 

RITES OF PASSAGE

It is often observed that Whiteshields work faster, train harder and fight more fiercely than most experienced Guardsmen. For a Whiteshield, passing from probitor to true Guardsman is far more than a simple promotion; it is their entry into adulthood - this gives them the status and respect due a Guardsman and. most important. the right to bear the regimental insignia and the ritual markings of a warrior

When a Whiteshield takes to the battlefield, he is driven by a desire to prove his courage and skills that borders on the fanatical. Whiteshields are fearless in the face of enemies that older, and wiser, Guardsmen treat with caution. For a Whiteshield, failure to win his colours is a terrible blow - showing cowardice is unforgivable. and an honourable death is certainly to be preferred to the dishonour and ridicule heaped upon the weak-hearted.

Whiteshields serve alongside the other squads in their regiment. distinguished only' by their bravery. and the white badges and helmet stripes on their uniforms. Each Whiteshield squad has an experienced sergeant to guide it through training and in its first battles. The squads are usually put into a normal platoon to learn from the example of the troopers around them - occasionally a company will form up a platoon solely of Whiteshield squads, trusting that their courage will compensate for lack of experience.

Only those who distinguish themselves in battle are allowed to become Guardsmen proper. Some regiments merely demand that a Whiteshield take part in a battle without giving way to fear. Many only accept those who have drawn blood or killed an enemy, sometimes requiring the young warrior to collect a trophy to prove his claims: an opponent's back banner or weapon perhaps, or a more gruesome and bloody memento taken from the body of a fallen enemy.

At the end of his training, after he has shown his skill, a Whiteshield is ceremonially awarded his colours: his blank, white badge is replaced with the regimental number and the colours of his platoon; he takes the sholder motif of his company; and the helmet markings of the squad to which he is assigned. More important than this, however, are the unofficial rituals in which the new Guardsmen is welcomed by his fellows into the regiment. These rituals are taken from the regiment's homeworld culture and vary widely throughout the Guard; tattoos and ritual scars are common and receiving these rnarks without a cry of pain is as much a test of the youngster's courage as his bravery on the battlefield.

At last the Whiteshield emerges from his training as a full member of the Guard, wearing his scars and tattoos with as much pride as the uniform of his regiment, ready to return to the battlefield with his new experience and, perhaps, a little more caution.

 

Only in the Space Marines of the Legiones Astartes are courage and expertise perfectly blended. ln other troops they are present in varying degrees and proportions, and many scholars have debated their relative merits.

For my own part, I come down on the side of courage. For courage can sometimes make a virtue of inexperience. I myself have commanded Imperial Guard troops whose probitor units have achieved great things, because their courage was infinite and because they were too inexperienced to realise that their goal was impossiblc

- Leman Russ DC Natura Belli, Book XIV

 

Every man in the regiment who could stand was in the assembly hall. Yarren stood at rigid attention in front of the dias, along with the other two survivors of the Whiteshields. His body felt like one huge bullet-hole, and he was dizzy from loss of blood, but elation forced everything else to the back of his mind. He hardly heard Colonel Tarvit's words.

"...Because of Probitor Yarren's courage and quick thinking, and the dedication of the Whiteshields following his example, the Ork spearhead was destroyed. It is my judgement that the Whiteshields have proved themselves worthy of full Guard status. I order that the survivors be assigned to One Platoon to replace losses, and the others buried with full regimental honours. Does any man here know of any reason why this order should not be carried out?"

Silence.

"Then let it be done." The Colonel's orderly came forward, and removed the blank white badges from the chests of the three Whiteshields. Yarren found himself holding his breath ar the Regimental colours were affixed to his flak tunic.

"When they are judged to be fit, these three men shall recieve the scars they won today. And Guardsman Yarren shall be inducted into the High Eagle Lodge, under my own patronage."

The hall resounded with cheering as the three were led away to the med-bay. Yarren thought of the rituals of full manhood that awaited him, and of the mysteries of the High Eagle Lodge, most respected of the regiment's warrior lodges. He had proved himself today.

But now he was tired. More tired than he had ever been.


Yarren gritted his teeth against the pain and concentrated on staying perfectly still. Not only was it a disgrace to flinch or cry out, it was also dangerous - and he didn't want to end up with a severed artery instead of the first scares of manhood.

At last, Adjudant Morth straightened up, wiping his Torathim hunting knife. Yarren relaxed - and then yelped in pain as the two sargents rubbed a black powder into the cuts.

"This will sting a litle." said Sergeant Raddon in his deadpan voice, and Sergeant Ferth laughed. Yarren Reddened.

"Don't worry, little warrior." said Ferth cheerfully. "They all jump a bit - I did - but the powder makes you scare well."

"Well." said Morth, stepping back, "You're no longer a child, Yarren. You have your uniform, you have your lasgun, and when those cuts heal you'll have your first scars." He sheathed his knife and stood at attention. "Report for training, Guardsman."

Guardsman. The word echoed round Yarren's head as he marched down the corridor, flanked by the two sergeants. From now on, there would be no more kitchen duties. He had proved himself in the field - he was now a Warrior.


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