This is my axe. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My axe is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my axe is useless. Without my axe, I am useless. I must swing my axe true. I must swing straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must slay him before he slays me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my axe and myself are 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 Phillthies, but Nats. Amen.
