You where the last man left standing, in your opulent pink combat armor, grenade launcher in hand, hidden behind a car outside of the objective, a church.
Your comrades had been cut down, ripped apart by lasers, or blown up...
You fought valiantly, but the final blow was struck, not by the alien, but by the corpse of one of your own as it was raised to do the bidding of a Sectoid.
You blew up the front of the church trying to defend yourself too, good job soldier.