Ok...I know that a) I didn't write it and b) it's Shakespeare, but this piece of poetry-on-war never fails to get the hackles up...
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
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 upon Saint Crispin's day.
- Henry V
...now..where DID I leave that longbow?
Last edited by BladeRunner (2005-11-10 07:34:21)