I am ready for battle, armor on and weapons ready. I know that victory is assured, anybody could tell from just looking at both separate armies’. The French, strong, united and ready to go into battle. Against the English, who were in disarray and weak from marching and illness. I can’t wait to get out there and show that punk Henry whose boss. Who does he think he is, coming into MY kingdom, trying to take away MY rightful spot as King of France? Its ridiculous to even thinks he stood a chance. No matter, though, after this day the whole world will know of the superiority of France.
-Journal #127
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