(Myself, Doug, Tony, Kieth, Rodger, Dad, and Kent) (Missing for a few years: Brian)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.
Shakespear's - Henry 5th Act 4 Scene 3
In the interrest of self expression I present my moose hunting part.
For one week we share a cabin and a forest.
For the rest of the year we share a memory and a passion.
And we dream of next year.
"Black Donkey down!"
2 comments:
Hey scott, just wanted to let ya know that my name is spelt
R A C H E L *wink*
take care captain.
*stares in astonishment*
Wow. Not being on the internet for 4 days throws you out of the loop. I'm glad to see that you've been able to embrace your inner author and have some fun with your pics at the same time; gives us a community without walls.
I'm glad to be a part of your "outer circle" in the band of brothers. Thanks for the welcome.
Keep up your good work, Captain!
You'll go fishing soon...
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