Once more into the breach,

Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger…
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot!

Shakespeare — Henry V

Tonight, there shall be game. Huzah.