How Horrible, Fantastic, Incredible, It Is That

I Am Speaking To You From The Cabinet Room At 10 Downing Street. This Morning The British Ambassador In Berlin Handed The German Government An Official Note Stating That Unless We Heard From Them By Eleven O'clock, That They Were Prepared At Once To Withdraw Their Troops From Poland, A State Of War Would Exist Between Us. I Have To Tell You Now That No Such Undertaking Has Been Received, And Consequently This Country Is At War With Germany.

Whatever May Be The Reason, Whether It Was That Hitler Thought He Might Get Away With What He Had Got Without Fighting For It, Orwhether It Was That After All The Preparations Were Not Sufficiently Complete--however, One Thing Is Certain: He Missed The Bus.

In War, Whichever Side May Call Itself The Victor, There Are No Winners, But All Are Losers.

Thrift Is That Habit Of Character That Prompts One To Work For What He Gets, To Earn What Is Paid Him; To Invest A Part Of His Earnings; To Spend Wisely And Well; To Save, But Not Hoard.

This Is A Sad Day For All Of Us, And To None Is It Sadder Than To Me. Everything That I Have Worked For, Everything That I Have Hoped For, Everything That I Have Believed In During My Public Life, Has Crashed Into Ruins. There Is Only One Thing Left For Me To Do; That Is, To Devote What Strength And Powers I Have To Forwarding The Victory Of The Cause For Which We Have To Sacrifice So Much... I Trust I May Live To See The Day When Hitlerism Has Been Destroyed And A Liberated Europe Has Been Re-established.