The gang at the start of the walk.



"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

And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

That walked with us upon the 15th of April."