January 20, 2003 by J. Spahr
Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers, others call a fleet.
Some say an army of cavalry, others of infantry, others of ships.
Some say horsemen or footmen or rowers.
Or a troop of horses, the serried ranks of marchers, a noble fleet, some say.
Some say one hundred and twenty Challenger Two tanks, or infantry, or a fleet of ships.
There are those who say a host of cavalry, MIA2 Abrams tanks, and others Bradley fighting vehicles.
Some say others of infantry, and others of ships, and others of 155mm Howitzers.
Some say thronging Warrior combat vehicles, some say foot soldiers, others call a fleet the most beautiful of sights the dark earth offers.
Some say that the fairest thing upon the dark earth is a host of antiarmor AH-64 Apache attack heliocopters, and others again a fleet of ships.
Soem say that the most beautiful thing upon the black earth is an army of AS90 self-propelled guns, others infantry, still others ships.
On this dark earth, some say the thing most lovely is the thirty thousand assault troops from Britain today joining the sixty-two thousand from the US mobilized in the past ten days and a further sixty thousand from the US on their way.
On this black earth, over the coal-black earth, some say all of this and more.
But I say it’s whatever you love best.
I say it is the persons you love.
I say it is those things, whatever they are, that one loves and desires.
I say it’s what one loves.
It’s what one loves, the most beautiful is whomever one loves.
I say it is whatsoever a person loves.
I say for me it is my beloveds.
For me naught else, it is my beloveds, it is the loveliest sight.
I say the sight of the ones you love.
I say it again, the sight of the ones you love, those you’ve met and those you haven’t.
I say it again and again.
Again and again.
I try to keep saying it to keep making it happen.
I say it again, the sight of the ones you love, those you’ve met and those you haven’t.
