Bump.
This is my Nickyj. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Nickyj is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my Nickyj is useless. Without my Nickyj, I am useless. I must hug my Nickyj true. I must love longer than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must love Nickyj harder than him before he loves Nickyj more than me.
My Nickyj and I know that what counts in war is not the love we show, the noise of our love nor the friendship we make. We know that it is the hugs that count.
My Nickyj 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 heights and its widths. I will keep my Nickyj clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before God, I swear this creed. My Nickyj 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 victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!