Jim,two years ago, my wife Janice and I went to London to visit with the family with whom she stayed for a while back in mid-80s. (Janice is an Anglophile of the first magnitude).
We spent the week with the matriarch of that family in Southgate, whom she calls her "English mum." Each night, she would invite a neighbor in for conversation. One night, our guest was a neighbor who had lived through the blitz. She and Barbara, the "English mum," who also survived it, told us story after story.
The next day, Janice and I toured the Tower of London,then walked across the Tower Bridge to an exhibit called London at War. Once inside the building, we rode a lift down to a basement, where a scene had been recreated of a shelter where people when when the bombing started. It had bunk beds lining the wall and other things which made a movie we watched come alive.
Not only did it recreate the scene, but also the sound effects. As we walked around, suddenly the place began to shake violently, then WHOOMP, WHOOMP, we could hear the German planes and the bombs falling, seemingly right on the building. Although it was extremely realistic, we realized that nothing could compare to the real thing.
In my mind, I could hear Winston Churchill, that old bulldog, standing in the House of Commons (June 4, 1940), as he said:
We shall not flag nor fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France and 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 beaches, landing grounds, in fields, in streets and on the hills. We shall never surrender...
I just listened to a recording of the entire speech.Churchill never raised his voice. I listened to the portion I quoted three times. Each time the crowning line is "we shall Nev-ah, Surren-dah."
Twelve days later, Churchill, again before Commons, right after France had sought armistice, deliver the final line of this speech:
Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves, that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, This was their finest hour.
Remember, this was mid-1940. The United States was still more than 20 months away from joining the conflict. England was alone. In many ways, it was their finest hour.
As Janice and I stood outside Parliament, and later Buckingham Palace, and then 10 Downing Street, I was struck silent by what had happened in 1940 behinds those walls.