Someone sent me this a while back and i just found in my mail. I though i would share it, i hope you all like it.
This is my accordion. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My accordion is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My accordion, without me, is useless. Without my accordion, I am useless. I must fire my accordion 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 accordion 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 accordion 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 accordion clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
