Within these walls enter America's future.... Squeegee's Squishy Squadbay 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, Whiles any speaks that fought with ...