This is my forklift. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my forklift is useless. Without my forklift, I am useless. I must steer my forklift true. I must stack higher than the enemy who is trying to out stack me. I must out lift him before he out lifts me. I will. My forklift and I know that what counts in war is not the barrels we move, the pallets we stack, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the lift that count. We will lift.