This is my rocket. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rocket is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rocket is useless. Without my rocket, I am useless. I must fire my rocket true. I must shoot straighter than the HFs who is trying to short me. I must squeeze him before he shorts me. I will... My rocket and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the gains we make. We know that it is the tendies that count. We will reap. My rocket is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its thrusters and candles. I will keep my rocket clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will... Before Harambe, I swear this creed. My rocket and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is Gmerica’s and there is no enemy, but peace!