Friends, Romans, Countrymen; lend me your ears. Four score and seven years ago, I had a dream that there was nothing to fear, but fear itself. For the past two weeks you have been reading about a bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender. I regret that I have but one life to give for my country. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!