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.
This gentleman, who was actually a-bed in a Bruggen AMQ, is in absolute awe of these threads. The words are riveting, and the photos remind us of the humanity at each end of the missiles' trajectory. Thank you.