by admin | May 13th, 2009
This was said:
We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realised; no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, “come then, let us go forward together with our united strength.
From “Blood, Toil, Tears” and Sweat” by Winston Churchill – May 13th, 1940 in his first speech as Prime Minister to the House of Commons.
Where has this spirit gone?
We do not face an enemy that comes at us in a standardized set of uniforms, holding high a flag of a nation with borders, but the Western World is being assaulted nonetheless.
Our leaders seem to be unable to envision the transmogrification of warfare from strength placed on a defined field of battle, supported by a capable logistics train, to one being waged in the court rooms, in places of worship, across the Internet, via a financial system, and in the media, and with people who dressin civilian attire and consult with our own governmental agencies, telling us they should be given special exceptions from scrutiny, and should not be profiled.
Additionally there seems to be no stomach for anything that appears to have no end, while you are standing at the beginning. No desire to mentally process thoughts that consume more than 7 seconds. A demand to not have gratification delayed, and a no vision for things beyond oneself.
