May 29, 2017 is Memorial Day, a day set aside to honor all men and women who have died in military service for the United States. As we veterans of the Vietnam war say, “All gave some, some gave all.” Those of us that are still alive -- we small band of veterans – salute and raise our glasses to all brothers and sisters who served, living and dead. I have taken the liberty (editorial license) to re-phrase the St. Crispin’s Day speech from William Shakespeare’s play, Henry V. My apologies to Bill. If you haven’t read it, check it out. It will resonate. It’s the speech that Henry V made to the English army shortly before the Battle of Agincourt on the morning of 25 October 1415. That’s where the term, "band of brothers", comes from.
Those of us who came home will stand attention on this day, Memorial Day, and salute all veterans, living or dead who answered when their country called. Those who had no stomach for the fight, stayed home. We didn’t care to die in their company when they valued their life rather than fight and die with us. We who survived will yearly on this day strip our sleeves and show our scars, and say "These wounds I had in the service of my country."
Old men may forget; but on this day, we band of brothers and sisters will remember what feats we did. Our fallen comrades will be freshly remembered. With these stories, we’ll teach our sons and daughters. From this day to the ending of the world, as long as we live, we will remember.
We few, we happy few, we are a band of brothers and sisters; for anyone that served with me
is my brother or sister.
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Those of us who came home will stand attention on this day, Memorial Day, and salute all veterans, living or dead who answered when their country called. Those who had no stomach for the fight, stayed home. We didn’t care to die in their company when they valued their life rather than fight and die with us. We who survived will yearly on this day strip our sleeves and show our scars, and say "These wounds I had in the service of my country."
Old men may forget; but on this day, we band of brothers and sisters will remember what feats we did. Our fallen comrades will be freshly remembered. With these stories, we’ll teach our sons and daughters. From this day to the ending of the world, as long as we live, we will remember.
We few, we happy few, we are a band of brothers and sisters; for anyone that served with me
is my brother or sister.
For e-books by me, visit http://smashwords.com/profile/view/monteranderson.
Follow me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/monteranderson
Follow my blog at http://monteranderson-author.com or http://monteranderson.wordpress.com
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