(With apologies to Abraham Lincoln)
Four score and 14 years ago, our fathers brought forth on this tundra, a new Packer Nation, conceived in a casual conversation between Curly Lambeau and George Calhoun and supported by the Indian Packing Company, and dedicated to the proposition that men representing a small town could compete equally, if not better, than the big city boys.
Over the decades, we have engaged in a great war of the trenches, testing whether that Packer Nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.
Today we are met not far from the great gridiron battlefield. A place on Lombardi Avenue called the Packer Hall of Fame, where, we have a final resting place for those who here gave their careers that the Packer Nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate — we cannot consecrate — we cannot hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, and the fans who brought forth dedicated support, have consecrated it.
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. Thirteen national championships. More than any other team in league history.
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored players and fans we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that their efforts shall not have been in vain — that this Packer nation, under the direction of Mike McCarthy, shall have a new birth of Super Bowl stardom — and that a team of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish in the playoffs.
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