Happy Halloween to you and your family

This is my flamethrower. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My flamethrower is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My flamethrower, without me, is useless. Without my flamethrower, I am useless. I must point my flamethrower true. I must burn straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must crisp him before he crisps me. I will...

My fire axe and I know that what counts in war is not the fires we start, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the gobbits that count. We will chop...

My flare gun is alive, 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 flare gun clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before Hale, I swear this creed. My weapons and I are the defenders of his gravel. We are the masters of Red bastards. We are the saviors of the team.
So be it, until victory is Saxton Hale’s and there is no enemy, but profit!

The flamethrower itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with flamethrowers!

mmmm... the ever wise words of the pyro...