This is my Drake. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Drake is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My Drake, without me, is useless.
Without my Drake, I am useless.
I must fire my Missiles 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 Drake 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 Drake is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will