Ah, Rooster. The perfect pet for the machine gun man, walking tall. Nobody talks about where the hell this chicken keeps finding machine guns, but they ought to... A fortunate son would be you with this one chicken, and a perfect compatriot for when war doesn't change, and you want to paint everything black or for when you want all the leaves to turn brown. It likes this violence, and it will watch over you, with aerial support and target acquisition until nothing stands in your way, and the enemy waves a white flag.
Because whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword...

...obviously never had a machine gun.