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. (...) 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 to-day that sheds his
blood with me Shall be my brother;