Glory Indeed!

Along with many other commentators, I refuel my minds eye by reading voraciously of those bloggers who do the ‘hard work’ of meticulous investigation, and see the results laid out in pages which vary from ‘thoroughly readable’  to ‘worthy of a more detailed visit later”. Most of my own postings are the result of my own mind, aided by a wide sweep through the vast layers of news and information, some are of course the result of personal knowledge, and some are from personal circumstances. Some of the last section of them being sad, but a very few are suffused with joy.

But I would point out today, on this the 14th August 2010, that the most momentous battle ever fought by our Nation on land, at sea or in the air happened during those Days of Glory some seventy years ago, just two months before I was born. From the forgotten, the Anti-aircraft batteries, the Observer Corps,  the Home Guard, they also served. Add to the totals the Merchant Navy convoys who sailed into ‘Death Alley’ in the knowledge that their lives turned on sheer chance; the aircraftsman, the engineers, down to the young women who manned the plotting tables in the Command Centres, and of course those brave, insouciant young men who flew the Hurricanes and Spitfires against a determined enemy. Read of those days, and marvel how we survived!

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.


Ave Atque Vale

Hat tip to EU Referendum