We won the war but lost the peace.

Britain stood alone. It is 1940 France had already surrendered and the rest of Europe had been conquered. The German Dorniers and Junkers Ju88’s flew low over the French coast before climbing to a safe altitude over the channel to avoid the searchlights and the flak from the Ack Ack guns defending the Kent coast unaware that Chain Home radar had already picked them up on their oscilloscopes. Meanwhile it was the highly qualified WAAF Filter Plotters who were responsible for displaying the information of the enemy aircraft on the gridded map table guided by information from ground observers and the Chain Home radar stations to chart their position and course.

The young pilots stationed at West Malling and Tangmere raced for their spitfires to intercept the invaders. The Battle of Britain had started. The result of their bravery and skill would determine the fate of a terrifyingly vulnerable island nation. The searchlights probed the night sky as the noise of the engines of enemy aircraft droned in and out of synchronization. The ground artillery opened as the enemy bombers headed for London and beyond. As a child at boarding school in Hertfordshire we raced for the air raid shelters, and as they say the rest is history.

Like a brave, bloodied and bruised gladiator Great Britain survived those terrible years and rose like a Phoenix from the ashes hoping to start a new era for its people with its new found security, peace and hope for a bright future for the brave people of this island nation, eternally indebted to those defenders who sacrificed their young lives. We were determined to rebuild this country to show their lives had not been lost in vain.

We leap-frog history almost 70 years and in the first decade of the twenty first century like a Time Traveller, we find ourselves in a strange, violent place we barely recognize. Many of our towns and cities have totally lost their unique English character, there are Mosques and Minarets and strangely dressed people wearing black Bukhas and males wearing what appears to be flowing nightshirts speaking a multitude of foreign languages, shop fronts displaying Arabic and Islamic characters selling eastern Halal prepared food.

It is obvious we are fast becoming a minority in many of our towns and cities. In our violent society we are concerned for the safety of our young daughters and at the same time wonder if our sons whilst attending school will escape the violence by packs of young eastern invaders, these are the same strangers that are offended by our flag, our customs, our traditions and our Christian celebrations.

This was not meant to be the legacy left to our children by our fallen Gladiators; it’s a result of the combination of criminal apathy and inaction by our people and the screaming criminality of our political leaders.

There are also over 4 million CCTV cameras watching the populace. Our children’s fairy stories are being ‘sanitised’ and their school syllabus includes subjects that explain sexual and moral perversions. Words and meanings of our language are being changed or deleted. In the evening the TV warns us with mind numbing monotony that the following program depicts violence, sex scenes, drug references and nudity, and the ghastly out of body experience continues with an African or Caribbean newsreader reading the news. You may well ask “where am I?”

How on earth could this situation have occurred in just a short 70 years?

The country is now peopled by a cowered huddled mass who do not yet realise they are enslaved. The lack of freedom of speech is rarely challenged and the descendants of the young gladiators who took to the skies to defend our Christian country appear to have no backbone, they have lost all direction. They would not understand the meaning of the expression the ‘Bulldog Spirit’ and who now find themselves governed by a corrupt Socialist authoritarian Statist government, a country that over previous centuries was ruled and defended by its loyal kings and Queens and nobles which prospered by the diligence and sheer ingenuity of its industrious people.

One could ask what was worse, winning the war or losing the peace.

The invaders did not slip under the radar, they did not drop like German paratroopers from the skies, we did not have to remove signpost from our roads, villages and towns, the sirens never sounded, the pilots were never scrambled but we are being conquered by stealth as surely as the day England lost its identity as an island nation when the channel tunnel firmly affixed us like an umbilical cord to the land mass of Europe.

This unconditional surrender was accomplished with the collusion of our politicians, ALL OF THEM, there are no exceptions, and like well-fed, slimy, smooth talking, silver tongued lizards they are still promising our people good times ahead after offering our country to be swallowed up into a unknown future of a European Federal Dictatorship.

The countries we and our allies fought so hard for have all been invited to be part of the grand plan for the Reformation of Europe, even our old enemy is part of this grand plan as are the countries that surrendered, countries that our soldiers died by the hundreds and thousands fighting to free.

One could ask the Jewish people didn’t you learn anything from the last war? If Europe becomes an Islamic Caliphate by its accelerating population numbers your fate is sealed insomuch that you might again take part in a horrifying holocaust replay.

We have signed six conditional treaties to surrender our country we only accepted one unconditional treaty to win it.

To the fallen

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.