Many of you are facing the threat of 4th july. Others of us are taking holidays soon. Dangerous time. Before the fog alcohol darkened almost everything around, I was quite fond of Shakespeare. I loved to read it, both in English and in Spanish. I always remembered the St. Crispin Speech Day (Henry V, Shakespeare), before the battle of Agnincourt (France). As you may remember, the English army was surrounded by a powerful French army, double in size. The vigil of the battle of Agnincourt, English soldiers were afraid, so the King Henry V gave a warm speech to comfort them. I always recall the St. Crispin Speech when I am in trouble. It gives me hope. I suppose I’m an epic character. Needless to say that the battle was won by English.
We are in a similar situation. We face a terrible enemy that is more powerful than us. We need to strengthen our hope and stay together. I hope you will enjoy this beautiful speech. I have also a wonderful video about it. Turn on the speakers, please, because the music is wonderful. Here it goes the video:
We lucky few, We Band of Brothers
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Saint Crispin Day Speech
This day is call'd the feast of Crispin.
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 neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian'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 rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall never 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-at-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.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers will defeat the beast of alcoholism. And for he to-day that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother and Knight of St. Crispin (or Knight of 4th July). And we will be able to say, in the future: Yes, we fought together that battle in 4th July.