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-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.
I still have fond memories of the salute game back in April
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2 comments:
Very, very nice. Something to be proud of. I wonder how one simulates mud in wargaming? Paint everything brown I suppose :)
AP strong tone, Will. It's what I do, anyway (hides my bad painting) ;)
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