I impart no significance to the Feast of St. Crispin except that Fritz is memorizing Shakespeare’s St. Crispin’s Day speech which really is a fabulous oratory. Makes you want to pick up your sword and charge into a bunch of Frenchmen…(ok, not really). But inspiring nonetheless.
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 nam’d,
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.’
Most people are familiar with the line “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers…” but my favorite bit is the ending.
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.
And I wonder if men today hold their manhoods cheap while in the presence of our combat veterans. But then I think that too many don’t even know what honor and glory are all about.