These are fighting words
I have summarized this quote from Shakespeare’s HenryV many times. They are inspirational, get your blood pumping type of words. Henry says these words right before the big battle.
This is where “Band of Brothers” came from…
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.
Posted on October 26, 2007, in General. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
Bill and Karen Sinor are moving into their new home in Plum Creek. They could use assistance. If you are able to help Friday or Saturday, call Bill 268-1784 or 262-8195.
Pastor I am afraid I like your summary better. Your’s got my blood moving. This got my eye lids heavy.
This actually reminded me of World War II and how there aren’t many vetrans of WWII left these days.
Living in Mobile, AL, I often took day trips or weekend trips to New Orleans. On a couple of weekend trips I visited the D-Day Museum. It is a really cool museum that captures the voice of a generation. It is very interactive. Tells the story of D-day from start to finish and from the points of view of people in the war and people at home. (I definately recommend it. It is child friendly, very interactive and there are several WWII airplanes too)
During World War II, the whole country was reminded daily that we were at war. Everyone was involved in some war effort. Everyone was called to ration certain products. You couldn’t just go fill your car with gas. Every household received a voucher to purchase gas. Sugar was rationed. Things we take for granted today were rationed. And people were aware daily that we were at war. Everyone knew someone who was fighting on foriegn soil. Can you imagine the prayers our nation prayed at that time?
Today, we barely remember that the US is in a war. Do we pray daily for soldiers? (I wish I could say that I did).
Thank you Pastor!!! Yes we can use all the help we can get. The 268-1784 has been disconnected, but the 262.8195 is my cell and is with me, Karens Cell is 262.8196.
Thank you to all you can help, and those who can’t, thank you fro your prayers that this is a smooth and easy move.
See you all Sunday!!!!!!!!!
I love your comment cbgrace. I think that is so true. Thanks for reminding us of our blessings and our need to continually pray.
To me this speaks about leadership. In my ignorance, I do not know if Henery V actually spoke these words or if Shakespeare came up with them, but this is a great example of real leadership which moved men to die for a cause and has stood the test of time. This type of leadership is still alive today and is modeled by our own Pastor who inspired twenty of us to go to the barrios of Monterrey and build a house for one of the poorest of the poor in Mexico. His hands were just as dirty as ours, he slept on the same hard pallets and was a constant source of good humor in a trying situation. As we were leaving, I felt a touch of the same sense of camaraderie and accomplishment as those warriors on Saint Crispin’s day. We were indeed a band of brothers (and sisters) and I am grateful to be included in that company.