So after 10 years of character-identity crises, pildering and pondering, debating and hashing, sweaty hands, staying up at night, nightmares, self-deprication and acting out at others, thought of suicide and murder...
I've decided to stop fighting it and just accept the fact that:
This is my Falcon. There are many like him, but he is mine.
My Falcon is my best friend. He is my life. I must master him as I must master my life.
My Falcon, without me, is useless. Without my Falcon, I am useless. I must fire my punches true. I must knee straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must stomp him before he stomps me. I will...
My Falcon and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My Falcon is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn him as a brother. I will learn his weaknesses, his strength, his parts, his accessories, his sights and his barrel. I will keep my Falcon clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My Falcon 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 America's and there is no enemy, but peace!
Time to **** some *******.