From a reader:

I can’t believe the punditocracy is forgetting the lowest-hanging fruit on the Metaphor Tree today. With all the months of anti-French sentiment, Kerry’s “band of brothers” references, seemingly-impossible odds on foreign shores, and a major decision approaching as to who will lead this nation…
…and nobody’s noticed it’s *St. Crispan’s Day* today?
Harry the V must be spinning in his grave.
Take it, brave York.
Now, soldiers, march away:
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!