For some reason, these words are bouncing around in our furry heads tonight. Maybe because things worked out, even after the Darkest Hour.
"We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we
shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we
shall defend our island whatever the cost may be. 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.
"And if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or large part
of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas,
armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle
until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might,
steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the Old."
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