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This would be the blog of one Marshall J. Wise or "Marsh" to my friends -- it's "Marshall" to the company or others of that ilk. Anywho, this be just my thoughts and bloviations on life, reenacting, the world and other thoughtless provoking crap. Yes, I am a reenactor, yes, I own reenactor.Net... Remember: work to live, not live to work.

*(and yes, look up the word bloviate on google)

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Name: Marsh Wise
Location: Fort Loudon, Penna Colony, United States

Why do you care about me? I'm kind of a dork... If you read the blog, you'll see how I think (or don't think, if you listen to some people). "Life is simply a search for a meaningful death!"

Friday, May 2, 2008

Is it Time?

Is it Time?

...I was not angry since I came to France Until this instant.
Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond hill;
If they will fight with us, bid them come down
Or void the field; they do offend our sight.
If they'll do neither, we will come to them
And make them skirr away as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings;
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
And not a man of them shall we take
That shall taste our mercy.
Go and tell them so.

Henry V, Act IV, scene vii

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