A short story I've written, awaiting the 'The New Tau' story ;-)
I tried to practice the first-person perspective, so please point out my mistakes so I can learn from them.

Corrupted me

One pace at a time, I moved closer and closer to the front of the row. The line of waiting men ran thru a street of the demolished city and entered an old warehouse in the distance; one of the few buildings that still had walls. From the laud hailers of a rhino troop carrier sounded blessed Ecclesiastical hymns. Again a few short paces and the row halted once more. This had been going on since dawn, when the men under my command and myself had called us at the then-end of the row. Now we were handcuffed and had moved an estimated mile forward, while other men now followed behind us. How did it come to this?

Three weeks ago, my regiment was called upon by an Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus. He commanded a company of the Adepta Sororitas and intended to reclaim Walochia, an Imperial planet gone heretic. Although in only one of Walochia