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We few...we happy few. We band of brothers. For he who sheds his blood with me today shall be my brother. Be he n'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen at home, abed, shall curse themselves, and hold their manhoods cheap, whilst any speaks, that faught with us this St. Crispin's day!
Ole Willy Swizzlestick knew his stuff about the bond between soldiers in war. The above excerpt from Henry V, is perhaps the closest thing a civilian has ever written that describes that undescribable bond. Only the gods could do it better.
Ole Willy Swizzlestick knew his stuff about the bond between soldiers in war. The above excerpt from Henry V, is perhaps the closest thing a civilian has ever written that describes that undescribable bond. Only the gods could do it better.