Go my favorite sports team go! Score a goal. Unit. Basket. Go squadron! Defeat the opponents soundly in this. . . skirmish.
It was a little skirmish across a century.
Love is the great intangible. . . . Frantic and serene, vigilant and calm, wrung-out and fortified, explosive and sedate -- love commands a vast army of moods. Hoping for victory, limping from the latest skirmish, lovers enter the arena once again. . . . Love is the white light of emotion. . . . Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one can agree on what it is.
There was never a war on poverty. Maybe there was a skirmish on poverty