I am sitting in my chair with my feet on my bed eating a veggie tray and drinking Egg Nog. Im feeling safe and cozy with not a care in the world. On the Discovery Channel is a story about Kim Peek. Kim is the original "Rain Man" He is an amazing man. He is 55 years old, from Salt Lake City, and he is an inspiration. He has a love of life and information. As I watched the story develop on the screen, he is shown talking to music students at the the Universtity of Utah and a studen asks him this question. "Can you recite the speech the King gave his troops in Henry V?" Now this speech was given on October 25th before the battle of Agincourt. Its a great speech and some of Bill's best words. (Shakespeare) Allow me to call your attention to the bottom paragraph. These are the thoughts that bring me to remember Afghanistan. As we get closer to St. Crispins Day it just seems poinant that I would feel safe and cozy in my room as others are not.

KING. 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. (IV, iii)

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