This is my Ship. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Ship is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Ship, without me, is useless. Without my Ship, I am useless. I must fire my Weapons true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I WILL...
My Ship and myself know that what counts in this 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 Ship 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 Missiles and its Shield. I will ever guard it against the ravages of Space and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my Ship clean and ready. We will become part of each other. WE WILL Before God, I swear this oath.
PWH 7/7/65-8/7/2010