This is my guitar. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My guitar is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My guitar, without me, is useless. Without my guitar, I am useless. I must fire my guitar 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 guitar and myself know that what counts in this 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 guitar 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 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 guitar clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My guitar 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!
The irony of all this is that I can't really play. It is my guitar for real but it mostly just collects dust. I just wanted to make a pretty picture of it.
Thanks to Ken Brown for the inspiration.

1 comments:
Ha! It's funny. I saw you post the image to flickr and it made me think of my Les Paul I shot a while ago. I like your image way better than mine.
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