He that shall live this day and see old age will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, and say "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian"
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars and say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot but he'll remember, with advantages, what feats he did that day.
I do like a good bit of Shakespeare - scars are nothing to fret about really - recent or faded, new or ancient - as long as they are not debilitating, which is rare these days.