I salute every last one of you glorious bastards. I chose, as many of you also chose, to fight or die on this hill for what we believe in.
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
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 accurs'd they were not here,
I am proud to be part of the Band of Anons.
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