We Few

“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today 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.”

– Shakespeare, Henry V

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Different king; different war. Amazing sound nonetheless.

Vibe is what matters.

Our world seems so mundane. Banal. No one in their right mind wants to romanticize modern war. Well, any war. Especially nowadays; it’s not Captain Jack Aubrey inspiring you to fight to keep home safer from Napoleon’s armies; more like the honor of Raytheon’s stock prices.

Yet here and now, we do still exist upon a spiritual battlefield we can barely comprehend. One that matters.

Here’s hoping we can save ourselves, for King and country. A higher purpose, and cause greater than anything we could limit ourselves to by making things about us.