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Healing is a good thing, and lately I seeit here.  We gave our lives, our friends, our marriages, and the giftof  memory to the war.  Many of us chose to forget the wholething.  It's good to remember, though, how good we really were, and howimportant the people we served with then were to us, and are to us now.

From the Bookends Album by Simon andGarfunkle

Bookends Theme

Time it was
And what a time it was
It was,
A Time of Innocence
A Time of Confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your Memories
They're all that's left you

WESTMORELAND. O that we nowhad here
    But one ten thousand of those menin England
    That do no work to-day!
 
KING. What's he that wishesso?
    My cousin Westmoreland? No, my faircousin;
    If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
    To do our country loss; and if tolive,
    The fewer men, the greater share ofhonour.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish notone man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
    It yearns me not if men my garmentswear;
    Such outward things dwell not in mydesires.
    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a manfrom England.
    God's peace! I would not lose so greatan honour
    As one man more methinks would sharefrom me
    For the best hope I have. O, do notwish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland,through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to thisfight,
    Let him depart; his passport shallbe made,
    And crowns for convoy put into hispurse;
    We would not die in that man's company
    That fears his fellowship to die withus.
    This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
    He that outlives this day, and comessafe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this dayis nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and seeold age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast hisneighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve andshow his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian'sday.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shallour names,
    Familiar in his mouth as householdwords-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury andGloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teachhis son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er goby,
    From this day to the ending of theworld,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his bloodwith me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er sovile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd theywere not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whilesany speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin'sday.

 Bill Janes <billjanes@attbi.com>
Mesquite, TX USA - Thursday, September 05, 2002 at 01:02:10 (CDT)