Posted by lex, on October 26, 2005
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
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 upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Leave it to the John of Arghhh! to recollect that yesterday was the feast of St. Crispian’s Day, and the anniversary of Harry’s victory at Agincourt against the flower of French nobility. Leave it to him to quote at length what is arguably the finest example of poetic martial horatory. Leave it to the Castle denizens to then go from those stirring words to a fine and detailed dissection of the tactical strategies, equipment and errors of both sides. The Kat weighs in on the subject of armor – a topic she is uniquely qualified to speak on.
It is what it is.
“Good? Bad? I’m the guy with the gun.” Bruce Campbell, Army of Darkness