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:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Election day.
See YOU at dawn.
I hope we can all meet here tomorrow night without issues. :)
Four years ago I was lurking and crying. THIS time I’m looking forward to participating, and the only tears will be tears of happiness.