“And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
Sometimes I think I was born 30 years too late. We Boomers did not realize, as we were growing up, that we lived in the shadow of giants, and we live now in the shadows of the few who remain, and the ghosts of those who have gone on.
I totally agree with your sentiment.