War Horse (Hour Twenty-One)

I wish to thank the war horse

That is this body.

She does what I ask her to do.

She runs headlong into battles,

Bearing up against whatever onslaught

Into which I would dare urge her.

She will act in direct defiance

Of all her instincts,

Simply because I command it.

She will ignore self-preservation

And run towards canon fire,

With a tap of my heels.

She is stronger than I,

For any weakness is my own.

She is ever at the ready to carry me,

Whatever the campaign.

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