LOL.
I think you're awesome, Victor, but I won't join
anybody's revolution.
I do my own thing.
And I think MBTI is great whether other people do or not.
Oh Wonk, what will the revolution be without you? Our horses stand ready champing at the bit. When the order is given, we move forward quietly at a slow walk, with only the sound of soft clinking but even the horses can feel the excitement. And soon almost without any encouragement the horses break into a soft trot, all together, of one purpose.
After all, a cavalry charge is very much about the horses, for a horse is not truly a horse except in a herd galloping, hooves beating, across the plain.
And as the herd gallops together across the plain, they exult in being horses, each one being as courageous as the next.
As their blood rises, they break into an imperious canter - beating, beating the rhythm of the canter with their flying hooves.
With the wind in their faces and their hair flying, they look magnificent. Their eyes flash and nothing can stop them.
Until the order is given, "Charge".
At that point everything changes, the whole herd breaks into a gallop - this is what they live for - the whole herd dancing at full gallop. Each one leaves himself and becomes one with the herd. It's beyond reason. It is beyond common sense. It is simply beautiful.
The canons may roar, the shot may ring out, but at full gallop they transcend all and carry us across the battlefield as though we were angels. Until we take the enemy at full gallop with cold steel.
Afterwards in the Mess, there is one place left empty, an empty plate and an empty cup - Wonk is no longer with us - his horse misses him, the herd misses him and I miss him.