Bay of Pigs pilots and participants pay respects to Thomas Willard Ray in Birmingham, Alabama.
From left to right:
Mario Zuñiga Y Rivas, Cuban B26 Pilot, FA-2458; Janet Ray Weininger; Salvador Miralles Poveda, Cuban B26 Pilot/Nav, FA-2202; Amado Cantillo Huguet, Frogman,Team de Demolicion Submarina (behind Miralles); Roy H. Wilson, 117th Air Reconnaissance Wing, Alabama Air National Guard; Eduardo Zayas-Bazan, Frogman, Team de Demolicion Submarina; Jorge Del Valle Sabatez, Armament, FA-2253; Gustavo “Silver Fox” Ponzoa-Alvarez, Cuban B26 Pilot, FA-2493. Others present but not shown in the above photo: Ramiro Sanchez Oliva, Air Division Intelligence; Jose A. Balbona, PDO, FA-2224; Julio Caballero Silva, Armament, FA-2242; Rafael Villavincencio-Cardenas, Armament.
As I stood there among these men while they solemnly honored ther fallen brother in arms, I couldnt help but remember Saint Crispin’s Day:
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
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 us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
William Shakespeare, Henry V