This is my Honda. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Honda is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Honda, without me, is useless. Without my Honda, I am useless. I must push my Honda true. I must mow straighter than my enemy who is trying to out mow me. I must out mow him before he out mows me. I WILL...
My Honda and myself know that what counts in this war is not the yards we mow, the noise of our engines, nor the stripes we make. We know that it is the quality of cut that counts. WE WILL CUT...
My Honda 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 carbs and its blades. 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 Honda clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
WE WILL...
Before God, I swear this creed. My Honda and myself are the defenders of my career. 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!
Semper Fi Brother.
