Memorial Day

Today is Memorial Day. This holiday commemorates and honors all of the men and women who died while serving our country.

Memorial Day inspires mixed emotions: Pride in the valor of those who gave their lives in the cause of freedom; sorrow that such self-sacrifice should have been necessary.
Pride in past valor may be best expressed in the St. Crispin’s Day speech from “Henry V” (Act IV, Scene iii), delivered by the young king on the eve of the Battle of Agincourt.

St. Crispin’s Day

By William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

If we are marked to die, we are enow

To do our country loss; and if to live

The fewer men the greater share of honour.

God’s will! I pray thee wish not one man more.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, more.

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear,

Such outward things dwell not in my desires:

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:

God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour

As one man more, methinks, would share from me

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

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 call’d the feast of Crispian:

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this 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 neighbors,

And say “Tomorrow is Saint Crispian:”

Then he will 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 remembered;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he today 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 abed

Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon St. Crispin’s day.

The English at Agincourt lost about 700 men; the French dead totaled at least 8,000, including seven princes of the blood and the flower of the French chivalry.

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