Saturday, May 27, 2006

Memorial Day Redux

Was reading Decurion and his bit about civilians.

Two thoughts popped up. The first was from General Order 11 (posted here below):

If other eyes grow dull, other hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain to us.


And then this:

WESTMORELAND

O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING HENRY V

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
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 remember'd;
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 accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


John can probably quote Henry V, but maybe I needed a reminder this Memorial Day.

3 Comments:

Blogger A Soldier's Girl said...

To absent comrades.

9:29 AM  
Anonymous ReaganSpirit@hotmail.com said...

I wrote you from SPAIN, and I wish to express my thanks from EUROPE, to all american soldiers, for their efforts and sacrifices for freedom in this generation, and in the past. Because without the people of their kind, for sure that I wouldn’t be free to do and think what i want, instead of have to do and think what other people said my to do and think... in german or russian. And thats the perfect proof for all those leftish, protesters and STALIN lovers, that if your country is an empire, IT´S AN EMPIRE OF FREEDOM.
I wish you enjoy the memorial day, and thanks to all of you from the bottom of my heart.

9:15 PM  
Anonymous Wow said...

Wonderful comment.

5:01 PM  

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