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>     Years from now we will remember the Mortar Wars! As I said to son
>     this day I
>     want to learn something too.
>
> KING.  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.' 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;  /Make him a 
> member of the gentry, even if he is a commoner. /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.

Not Beckett. ;-)

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