They call me Mister Nuke. You, my fine acquaintance, may call me Mister Nuke. Welcome to the wonderful dystopia that is my user page. If you're here about something I may have done to upset you, do not waste your precious time sending me a message. I will not reply. There is a good chance it was not really upsetting and that you are angry over nothing. If it was a "big deal," then well, my bad.
"God of our fathers, who by land and sea have ever lead us to victory, please continue your inspiring guidance in this the greatest of all conflicts. Strengthen my soul so that the weakening instinct of self-preservation, which besets all of us in battle, shall not blind me to my duty to my own manhood, to the glory of my calling, and to my responsibility to my fellow soldiers. Grant to our armed forces that disciplined valor and mutual confidence which insures success in war. Let me not mourn for the men who have died fighting, but rather let me be glad that such heroes have lived. If it be my lot to die, let me do so with courage and honor in a manner which will bring the greatest harm to the enemy, and please, oh Lord, protect and guide those I shall leave behind. Give us the victory, Lord."
-General George S. Patton.