Finally some time to stand down.
The last 4 days of relentless skirmishes are finally over. The screams in my headset are but a fleeting memory and a trick that the aloneness of space plays on the mind sometimes.
Radio Sidewinder murmurs away in the background as I bring my Anaconda, "The Endeavor" onto her new high wake heading.
Sothis/Ceos biowaste runs to the bubble is relaxing, but tense.
You have to keep a constant watch while in system, lest those fucking poo jackers ambush you. Especially around the stations themselves, the fart huffers are almost rabid (I think high) in the proximity of the source.
The sound of the frameshift drive spooling up is reassuring. At least I'll get one jump closer to delivering my smelly cargo! I wonder if I can get a load of mouthwash for the trip back though?!? Ha.
Don't know why the hell everyone in the bubble is so hot over Sothis turds ... whatever, it buys all the toys and pays the insurance, so I'll take it with a DQ Swirl on top (late 20th century thing, steaming coily if I got it right).
Bored with witchspace again, I begin to page through the data of the 20th century wars, I came across this interesting tidbit from the WWII archives:
The Rifleman's Creed was written by Maj. Gen. William H. Rupertus, one of the most interesting figures of the Pacific Theater. Rupertus lost his wife and children to scarlet fever in China and never recovered from the tragedy. As he led the 1st Marine Division at the Battle of Pelelieu and other pacific battles, he continued to battle depression.
While his scars are not mine, thankfully. Mine are not his.
I'm slowly drawn back into the events of the last few days. I lurk there for a time, unable to shake myself out of it.
Barely conscious of my actions, the muscle memory takes over. Despite my inattention, the precious cargo is delivered unmolested.
Isn't it ironic that they called that one period of history, "the enlightenment" when it didn't touch the horrors and darkness of war, at all then or in the last 2000 years. How enlightened indeed.
We still haven't learned.
I guess we all have our own way of dealing with or ignoring it.
This is my Fer-De-Lance. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My FDL is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life.
My FDL, without me, is useless. Without my FDL, I am useless. I must fire my weapons true. I must shoot straighter than any enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me.
We will ...
My FDL and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our boost, nor the smoke and sparks that are pouring from the displays and panels. We know that it is the hits that count.
We will hit ...
My FDL is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its modules and its engineering. I will keep my FDL clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
We will ... Before Bob I swear this creed. My FDL and myself are the defenders of my alliance.
We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of our lives. So be it, until victory belongs to Privateers Alliance and there is no enemy ...
CMDR Ripimanewone Sep 19 2203
The Rifleman's Creed in Full:
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle 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 rifle 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 rifle 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 sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle 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!