Honey, I Finished The Internet

5 Replies to “Honey, I Finished The Internet”

1. “Good work Pack Leader, 2 of Jerry’s planes destroyed.”
   Come in for a spot of tea and we’ll refuel and load up those machine guns.
   “Pack leader, do you have enough fuel and ammunition for another quick sortie?”
   “We need you to fly over to Woolrich and strafe a couple of jihadis!”

2. is it time to let our military “open carry” in the streets (for self-defence, thanks libs)
   seems to work in Israel. For women soldiers. This very blog had an entry not that far back.

3. better change the laws quick.
   make it treason/act of war to kill a soldier in uniform at home.
   we know who the enemy is.

4. These people did a great job on this production and the detailing on the aircraft models was fantastic. All of this took a lot of time and effort.
   Larry, it does appear that some of the same spirit that prevailed during the Battle of Britain might be needed again, and this time the enemy is not coming over in Me 109s or He 111s, nor on landing crafts.

5. Agreed, Ken. And such a refreshing and creatively positive way to use one’s time and talent, for a change.
   In addition to the spirit of the Battle of Britain, there is a story about a group of American journalists, including Edward R. Murrow and Eric Sevareid, the latter of whom I still remember from “Face the Nation” in the seventies: they traveled to Dover on August 6, 1940 and witnessed from the ground the fighter squadrons rising to meet the Luftwaffe attack. It was at that moment that those journalists understood that Britain, its Empire and Commonwealth would not quit, and that they began to report that information back home. Where is the spirit of American journalism today?
   The story is well documented at pages 145-146 of Manchester-Reid’s “The Last Lion: Winston Spencer Churchill, Defender of the Realm, 1940-1965” (Little, Brown and Company, 2012). Here is a brief excerpt:
   “The scenes were repeated all that day and all week along the southern coast. [Vincent] Sheean wrote: ‘In every such battle I saw, the English had the best of it, and in every such battle they were greatly outnumbered.’ Repeatedly, ‘five or six fighters would engage twenty or thirty Germans…I saw it happen not once but many times.’…’At Dover the first sharp thrust of hope penetrated our gloom. The battles over the cliffs proved that [sic] British could and would fight for their own freedom, if for nothing else, and that they would do so against colossal odds…The flash of the Spitfire’s wing, then, through the misty glare of the summer sky, was the first flash of a sharpened sword; they would fight, they would hold out.”