Renaissance Man

Private Bonitas, front and center. Private Bonitas, New York. You steady Shakespeare? Drill Sergeant, yes drill sergeant. Alright, let me hear some. Go! I said I want to hear some. Let's go. See that lives. Come on, what was that? I can't hear it. Come on. Go! See that outlives this day and comes safe home. We'll stand a tiptoe when this day's named and rouse him at the name of Crispy. I didn'tell you to stop. Keep going. Keep going. Go! Go! Go! Go! See that shall live this day and see old age. We're yearly on the vigil. Feast his neighbors and say, tomorrow is St. Crispy. Then will he strip his sleeves, show his scars and say, these wounds I had on St. Crispy's day. Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot. But he'll remember with advantages what feats he did that day. Then shall our names familiar in his mouth, his household words, Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, being their flowing cups freshly remembered. And this story shall the good man teach his son, and Crispy shall there go by, from this day to the end of the world. But we in it shall be remembered. We feel, we happy feel, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother. And gentlemen in England now a bed, shall think themselves a curse they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap, while Zanny speaks, who fought with us, upon St. Crispy's day. Is that enough trill sergeant? Yes, beneath it. Good.