Paying tribute to “those that leave their valiant bones in France” on June 6 D-Day

Today (June 6 D-Day) is the day to pay tribute to “those that leave their valiant bones in France” and a good time to re-read the story of the Battle of Agincourt, before which Henry V made the famous Crispin’s Day speech to rally his outnumbered (5 to 1) troops.  We read the lines in Shakespeare’s Henry V (Act 4, Scene 3)

And those that leave their valiant bones in France,

Dying like men, . . . .

They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them,

And drew their honors reeking up to heaven.

Knneth Branagh playing Henry V

Shakespeare’s line made Henry V all the more glorious.  This always reminds me of the General Patton’s speech to the Third Army on the eve of D-Day, even though they didn’t participate the June 6 D-Day invasion, they played a pivotal role in the Battle of the Bulge...

In this Youtube one can see Henry V’s speech, played by the famous Shakespearian actor, Kenneth Branagh.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-yZNMWFqvM

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one 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 garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin'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 as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
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 Saint Crispin's day.