VI :: Run Rabbit, Run
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run / Here comes the farmer with his gun, gun, gun
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Comment attributed to Joseph Kennedy, United States Ambassador to the United Kingdom, October 1941
...Democracy is finished in England. If they win the war then the Labour party will undoubtedly be elected. Many tip new MP Emmanuel Goldstein as a future leader. If that was to occur - and I believe that it will within fifteen years - then the kikes and the socialists will have dismantled the state. If they should lose this war then they will merely be a puppet of Germany. I know which outcome would be the greater threat to United States interests.
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Short essays on the Second Great War
The Ottawa Press, 1972
...The initial reluctance of the United States to enter the conflict was quashed in a matter of minutes with the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor on Hawaii in December 1941, and a subsequent declaration of war on the USA by Hitler. For Britain it brought a new hope, with the potential of greater industrial capacity and a new ally to support her efforts - both in Europe and in North Africa, as well as in the Pacific theatre. Following the entry of Russia into the conflict earlier in the year, Nazi German capacity was becoming increasingly stretched...
...One of the first casualties of the United States intervention was US ambassador Joseph Kennedy. His views on the conflict were increasingly out of touch with the Roosevelt administration, and his unpopularity with the British government meant that he was offered the opportunity to return to the United States. Back in Boston, Kennedy focused on his business interests and, ultimately, preparing his sons for a career in Washington...
...Preparations for the invasion of France were well underway by the dawn of 1944. Allied success in north Africa, the Mediterranean and on the Eastern Front had put Nazi Germany on the backfoot, led by an increasingly unstable and paranoid Hitler...
...The invasion was scheduled for June, but postponed due to uncertainty over the weather. When it did come the Allied impact was both strong and sustained, quickly gaining a foothold on Cotentin and making gains as far south as Avranches and Falaise by mid-August...
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Diaries 1940 - 1953: The false dawn, Anthony Benn
14th August 1944
The heat is beginning to become intolerable here. It is almost a relief to fly, and today I was fortunate enough to make the journey to Salisbury and back to Bulawayo. Several letters arrived, including one from Emmanuel Goldstein, who has suggested that he would like to see me stand for parliament once this war is over. I am, of course, flattered by the suggestion, but all the same somewhat proud that I had made such an impression when we spoke at the OU last year. I believe that he had been speaking to father. I shall write back and say that I intend to return to Oxford to complete my studies after the conflict has ended, but that I would nevertheless wish to meet with him when I am next in London.
I read today that Mortain has been captured and that American forces were beginning to move towards the Seine. It is only a matter of time until the liberation of Paris.
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Run Rabbit! Conflict and society in the United Kingdom 1939-1965
Centre for British Studies, University of Victoria, 2006
...Unlike the fighting that surrounded the Revolutions and civil conflict, the Second Great War, was a unifier of community in Britain. Central, organised, government intervention and co-ordinated activity ensured that their was common purpose - something that the administrations of the 1950s could not achieve. The British identity was still dominant during the 1940s, with Union flags on display from Cornwall to Caithness.
That said, the seeds of discontent could -to the keener eye, at least - start to be seen. Personalities such as Mosley made a national impact whilst Goldstein and Rutherford galvanised public support in their respective communities in Staffordshire and Lancashire North-of-the-Sands. Rutherford was the first to highlight regionalism in his speeches. At the time a vocal shop steward in Barrow-in-Furness, he quickly became an advocate of federalism as a post war model for the United Kingdom. His rousing speeches hit a chord with the working classes, many of whom were struggling with lack of sleep and hunger...
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Massachusetts. Summer 1944
He knew what the news was when the telegram arrived. He knew they should never have entered the goddamn war.
Blame Roosevelt
He took a dizzy step backwards and fell onto the sofa.
His wife had tears beginning to form. The only question was which boy it was.
He sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity before looking at his wife.
Rose. It's Jack. Jack's dead.
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13th July 2014. Moscow, Russian Federation
England hadn't lasted long. Out in the first round like everyone expected, but it was being there that counted! People didn't expect miracles, but they hoped that one day the country that had invented the sport would, one day, once again be a dominant force. Duncan Edwards, the last survivor of the revered 1966 team, sat in the studio summarising the final for the audience watching on their telescreens back home. It was a more emotional event for him that it was for many. The young commentator didn't quite undertand that.
As it happened the audience back home saw a great match, with France taking on the hosts at the Olympic Stadium. France had qualified via a tough pool that included Croatia, Japan and the United States, whereas the Russians had put five past England, before tougher matches against Japan and Uruguay.
People said that home advantage had helped Russia; other were convinced that they were just lucky - if they were it had ran out. France took an early lead and continued to dominate for much of the first half. A Russian goal on 44 minutes put them back into contention, but hopes were quashed when a penalty was awarded to France in the 67th minute. The French striker made it count. 2-1 to the French. A third in the 78th added to Russian woes. They thought it was all over. It was now.
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The English Channel. 1992
The raft drifted, but still he clung on. As for his comrades, he didn't know. He was wet, cold and his fingers ached from holding onto the fragile vessel.
He daren't sleep.
The helicopter had seen to his comrades. Now there was just him. He cried for his father. How he missed him! But now he knew the truth. Radio Free England had told him that. Freedom is freedom, not slavery. He would rather die free in the cool channel than in a torture camp back in Kent.
A boat approached him, the loud haler calling him in clear English. He shut his eyes and awaited the machine gun fire.
This is it. This is it...
The boat came closer.
Hello English! Bienvenue en France! What is your name?
The fifteen year old raised his bruised head.
It's Pike, Sir. Arthur Pike
An hour later he was sat with a hot bowl of soup in the Sangatte refugee camp.
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He'll get by without his rabbit pie / so run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run