We few, we happy few. We band of brothers.
We who have taken the oath, worn the uniform and occasionally stood in harms way.....
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 Crispian’s day.”
Perhaps those who have filled the role of the above last sentence "we who have taken the oath" would care to add the next two following lines in turn, and tell tales of when they may have acquired their scars or tell of associated humourous events. Thanks.
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;