To The Generals (first letter)

Dear Sirs,
What do we love?
Is it something beyond ourselves?

Do we need others to know we exist?
Do we only exist in each other?
I remember reading about Xerxes as he marched to war with his armies. After tears welled up in his eyes he explained: “I was thinking about the extreme brevity of men’s lives, for of the multitude before our eyes, not one man will still be alive in a hundred years.”
Let’s not let anything abstract get in the way.
What are you capable of? What are you really capable of?