To all PPRuNeRs. Today we have a battle, we will win, either today or after the initial skirmish. What we have achieved with this and Mr Pun VC has been nothing short of staggering. The petition as I write is a tadge short of 40 thousand, which i do not believe has ever been achieved before in a 14 day period. I left the military 10 years ago and have always missed just one thing....the camaraderie. I have found that with you all. I never thought that such a band of brothers could be mobilised on a global scale. You make me proud of my heritage and i feel very very sad for the objectors on Red Team, because they have NEVER felt the sense of belonging that i feel. I have met such good people as a 'street walker' in Ashtead. If anyone needs anything in London center just get in touch. I will see those of you that are able to make it tonight. Those of you that cannot, we carry you with us in our hearts.
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.