Saturday, June 6, 2009
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd;
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours...
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had … "
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day...
This story shall the good man teach his son;
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us…