This is my Pretty Pony. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Pretty Pony is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My Pretty Pony, without me, is useless. Without my Pretty Pony, I am useless. I must ride my Pretty Pony true. I must ride straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must ride him before he rides me. I will…
My Pretty Pony and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rides we ride, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the colors we choose that count. We will be stunning…
My Pretty Pony 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 mane and its tail. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my Pretty Pony clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
Before God, I swear this creed. My Pretty Pony and myself 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!