“…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…”
I know, this is kind of cheating, but I don’t know how to write a poem about comradery, and this song, when sung during Band of Brothers and that quote from Henry V have all the imagery I want to convey. So I’m going to cop out this time, and the next cure will be my own.