We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be never so vile. This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed 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.
William Shakespeare
Things have been a bit quiet here for the past few days. I’ve been in Azincourt, watching the annual reenactment. Surprisingly, the French enjoy celebrating the battle and it is a curious mix of French, English and Germanic languages that one hears during the day. Still, the outcome was predictable. Again…
“the outcome was predictable”
You mean we killed the prisoners again?
This time round no one got killed. They all got up again afterwards… 😉
Someone seems to be showing a bit too much leg in that picture….
I wondered if anyone would spot that. Apparently, his excuse is dysentery… I kid you not. Authentic or what?
Resulting in a happy many, I do not doubt.+
Is it modern dysentry, caused by last nights curry and Guinness?
They never said, but you could be right.
CJ – the French were certainly happy.