This is my ship.
There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my ship is useless. Without my ship, I am useless. I must fire my lazors true. I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. My ship and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit. My ship is human, even as I am human, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its lazors. I will keep my ship clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. Before God I swear this creed. My ship and I are the defenders of my corporation. We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is TBC's and there is no enemy.