Downloaded from YTS.MX
Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX
England is the last island standing in Europe.
Come what may,
England will break down!
We all got under the stairs.
I thought, "I'm gonna get burnt alive!"
It's coming close. I can feel it.
Keep your eyes peeled.
If the British Air Force
drops two, three, or four thousand kilos of bombs,
then we will drop 150,000, 180,000, 230,000,
300,000 kilos of bombs, or more, in one night.
We will erase their cities!
We wanted to force London into an air-raid shelter.
And so we flew nothing but London, London, London.
Every 20 minutes, in waves.
We believed that this would bring England to its knees.
We decided to go all out
on the campaign to open the Tubes for shelters.
The Savoy hotel, that's our target.
Now we're going to aggravate the situation,
to occupy the shelter of the Savoy hotel.
All in all, 78 people turned up.
We were now occupying a place where we had no right to be.
And then the police came in.
A police inspector says, "What do you intend to do here?"
I said, "We don't really want this place. We want the Tubes opened."
The government announced
that people would not be allowed to use the Tubes for shelters.
But the most remarkable development of this strange war
is the way in which Londoners have taken charge
and solved the deep-shelter problem.
The Battle of London is now nearly at the end of its first month,
and London still stands.
She has been sorely tried, but her spirit is as good as ever.
If the Germans had been figuring on breaking the morale
of the London population, they have failed miserably.
The Germans appear to have changed their policy
in their attacks on Great Britain
in the hope of doing greater damage.
The German leader hinted that the war may last a long time.
We were all aware this was going to be a difficult mission.
Every day, some of the crews didn't return.
The mood was serious.
Before we took off, I was thinking, "Will we get back safely?"
"Will I be all right?"
"Will I see my home again?"
It was the thrill of going somewhere different,
doing something different.
Even though my dad tried to talk me out of it.
My dad was one of these people that want to keep you all together,
and the only chance to grow up was to get away.
But no, I was determined.
"I'm going away to do war work."
They took us to the factory the next day.
Everybody was on bikes.
Hundreds, thousands of folks cycling to work.
The first sirens went.
They said, "Oh, you've brought bad luck! We're not wanting you here."
They were machine-gunning the cyclists.
And I said, "What's happening to these people?"
I saw people were falling off.
We were all just doing our duty,
and no one was looking to do anything against ordinary people.
This whole Coventry strategy, the way it was to bring fear to Britain,
was completely idiotic.
When the raid started, we knew it was gonna be bad.
We all got under the stairs.
Everybody said that was the best place to be, the safest place.
Suddenly, everything's black, and...
there's fires.
And I had this long hair, and it had started to singe,
and that was frightening.
I thought, "I'm gonna get burnt alive!"
We came back to Edinburgh looking like refugees.
I was a nervous wreck.
And the first sirens that went when I came back,
I used to nearly go hysterical.
Yesterday's German air attacks, according to their High Command,
were concentrated on Liverpool to put Liverpool harbor out of commission.
Churchill was telling us, you know, how brave we all were.
We would never surrender!
The people in Liverpool, after that blitz,
would have surrendered overnight!
It's all right for people in authority, isn't it?
You know, who are sitting down in their steel-lined dugouts.
I was so full of hatred that the Germans could do this to us,
and we couldn't do anything about it.
We were just people there waiting to be killed.
Between now and next Christmas,
there stretches 12 months of increasing toil and sacrifice.
A few blocks away, in the underground shelters,
entire families were celebrating Christmas Eve.
England is the last island standing in Europe.
The hour will come
that one of us will crack...
...and it will not be Nazi Germany!
A heavy incendiary bombing raid has occurred
in the City area.
Control has been established in St Paul's churchyard.
This is London.
Very quiet here.
It's now almost one o'clock in the morning.
The wall of flames which enclosed a large triangle
in the main business section of London has now been quenched.
I watched the fires from a rooftop.
It was not hard to imagine how London must have looked 300 years ago
when that historic Great Fire raged across it.
From where I was,
one man seemed to throw a sputtering firebomb off the roof
with his gloved hand.
It has now been proved
that this form of blackmail by murder and terrorism...
so far from weakening the spirit of the British nation,
has only roused it to a more intense and universal flame
than was ever seen before.
There's SOS on 207.
It was a strange night. People were not scared.
A news vendor had his stand outside...
and this bombing was going on.
"Cup final result! Cup final result!"
There was a prostitute coming up from Piccadilly.
She was singing, and she had an umbrella up.
There was no German air activity last night.
None today.
It seems a long time since we've heard the sirens.