on friday, october 25th, 1415, the english army was a wreck(yes this has somthing important at the end, so please at least scroll to the bottom). it had come to france 12,000 strong, and is now trying to retreat back to england. the food is gone, the men fatigued, and over half of there force is dead. the french make a stand with over 18,000 men. the english are on one side of a wheat field, the french on the other. the night before the battle it rained. the french dined on fine food, and slept in tents. the englsih were soaked, the few tents used to protect the precious longbows from being damp. the men proffessed tere sins to the priest, so sure they would die tommorow. the day of the battle, the english lined up. the french charged into a horrorable field of mud, and death raining down on then in the form of arrows. the english fought and fought, and accaully won the battle. the point of this was, wat would u fight to the death for?