October 25, 1415

[sigma7]

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.

Comments

[kitblonde.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee!
Agincourt is so my favorite battle ever. Huzzah for archers! May they turn the tides of battle forever!

(Also, this speech is the hotness, and maketh me all misty. One of the few downfalls to being a woman (HAHAHAHA) is that all these great war speeches are most totally for men.)

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

Agincourt is so my favorite battle ever. Huzzah for archers! May they turn the tides of battle forever!

There is one historian who seems determined to paint Agincourt as less of an underdog victory as it once was, claiming the Brits had the French outnumbered, etc. It's one of those few times I fight the quest for the "truth" more of a personal crusade and less of an actually noble endeavor.