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[quote=barrett.t;6716]They went up or above, as well as through and all over those clouds those valiant youthful men in their flying machines, chasing and killing each other, avoiding the slaughter and recoiling with their lives, fugitives from the terror in the air. Some surviving and many disappearing into deaths parlour and some crushed betwixt the steels that embodied those pilots. By the minute and by the hour-by-the hour and breathing unhurt yet again by the transitory moments of histories accounts. They watched as their comrades and foes died in the synchronicity of a life and a deaths calamitous cry. Descending and nose-diving falling from the heavens, spiralling, dropping downwards as the grim reaper sliced his scythe across Britain’s blue and white yonder. Destructions, life force, emanating the dead mans meaning into the uproar of this troubled era, with broken hearts and minds. As well as nations trembling disquiets and foreboding thoughts of misfortunes tales of woe and sadness. Seemingly all for the vanities of a democratic theory and the one party state. Never was so much owed by so many to so few. Never were the so few, so more willed on by so many a populace plus some air craft technicians, numerous air force personal, countless munitions workers that were gay and straight the public in their millions. So that these British tribes in time might live in a democracy and not in an oligarchic state at expense of a selected one plus two or even possibly three.

Probably those brave young men thought of ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do battle and expire our last beat shielding of the coming approach of a New Jerusalem and the final deliverance of pluralisms firmament. The pilots responded by leaning their chariots into the sunset that was on fire with democracies hopes and anticipations and Parliaments cries of freedoms appeals to Britain’s flying warriors. Almost certainly, the pilots mentally measured in mind that our inner nobility summons us to sacrifice and defend our Great Britain. Considering death or dishonour may expect our departure in these days of casualties and trouble overlooking the southern shores. May our fears disseminate in our earnest to fight these atrocities above and beyond those green fields of free thoughts, blue seas and many considering opinions of liberal minds.

This perhaps outside all objective observations truly was their finest hour, for common causes, that were to be fought there, and die they did so in the year of 1940. In the battle, ferocious, for Britannia that was raging in the stratosphere up and ablaze across the blue and grey skies for Liberties pleas. For there were not braver knaves than these common, people of free peoples within the notions of a free will. That may have cried England, my eternal entity I fight for thee, this our righteous land of independent liberty. So that those men of an odious demeanour shalt not cross these waters of a democracy and untold unwritten judicious conventions and alight on this green and pleasant land not one foot we say. The RAF repulsed the Luftwaffe’s relentless malevolent intrusions in waves and waves once more, and its evil creed of the blond haired, blue eyed, Nazi dream, of those who hate and have no sympathy or love. Apart from the affection to devastations consistent with peoples, grief’s and their desires within hatreds part among tragedies unbound and uncertainty in its equal measure

Lest we forget