The Reserve Of Modern Assertions Is Sometimes

Immense Deposits Of Kimmeridge Clay, Containing The Oil-bearing Bands Or Seams, Stretch Across England From Dorsetshire To Lincolnshire. [an Early Political Recognition Of The Native Resource. The Geological Survey Had Identified The Inflammable Oil Shale In Reports Since At Least 1888.]

The Navy Can Lose Us The War, But Only The Air Force Can Win It. The Fighters Are Our Salvation, But The Bombers Alone Provide The Means Of Victory.

We Do Not War With Races Primarily As Such. Tyranny Is Our Foe. Whatever Trapping Or Disguise It Wears, Whatever Language It Speaks, Be It External Or Internal, We Must For Ever Be On Our Guard, Ever Mobilized, Ever Vigilant, Always Ready To Spring At Its Throat. In All This We March Together. Not Only Do We March And Strive Shoulder To Shoulder At This Moment, Under The Fire Of The Enemy On The Fields Of War Or In The Air, But Also In Those Realms Of Thought Which Are Consecrated To The Rights And The Dignity Of Man.

Mr. Attlee Is A Very Modest Man. Indeed He Has A Lot To Be Modest About.

This War Proceeds Along Its Terrible Path By The Slaughter Of Infantry...i Say To Myself Every Day. What Is Going On While We Sit Here, While We Go Away To Dinner Or Home To Bed? Nearly, 1000 - Englishmen, Britishers, And The Other Is America...everything Else Is Swept Away.