This is my Locust. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Locust is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my Locust is useless. Without my Locust, *I* am useless. I must pilot my Locust 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 Locust 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 Locust 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 speed and its electronics.
I will keep my Locust clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will.
Before the Gods, I swear this creed. My Locust 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 there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
Edited by Kargush, 30 July 2016 - 06:18 AM.