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CO2Obviously those green simpletons are not attending enough conferences.

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No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

12th December, 1941 : Japanese aircraft batter Hong Kong, the Philippine airfield and, particularly, Subic Bay, west of Manila. In Malaya they have carried out an average of 120 bombing missions every day since the beginning of the invasion. The airfield at Butterworth, in the north-east of the peninsula, has to be evacuated. At George Town (Penang) the raids claim 600 dead and 1,100 wounded. The few British aircraft left, with the Dutch aircraft that have come to the Allies’ help, are withdrawn southwards to defend the airfields, the harbour at Singapore and the Malayan capital Kuala Lumpur.

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US justice today

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NEWS FROM THE FRONT

No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

10th December, 1941 : Japanese units land on the island of Guam and occupy it within a few hours.

The Japanese land at dawn on the northern tip of Luzon, near Aparri and Gonzaga, and on the island of Camiguin. American resistance is vigorous, but in vain.

Powerful Japanese air attack on port installations at Cavite; one American destroyer, two submarines and a minesweeper are damaged. Two Japanese minesweepers and a submarine are sunk.

The Prince of Wales and Repulse are sunk by Japanese bombers and torpedo aircraft.

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The Little Girl Found

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Blake (1757 – 1827)

 

All the night in woe

Lyca’s parents go

Over valleys deep,

While the deserts weep.

Tired and woe-begone,

Hoarse with making moan,

Arm in arm, seven days

They traced the desert ways.

Seven nights they sleep

Among shadows deep,

And dream they see their child

Starved in desert wild.

Pale through pathless ways

The fancied image strays,

Famished, weeping, weak,

With hollow piteous shriek.

Rising from unrest,

The trembling woman pressed

With feet of weary woe;

She could no further go.

In his arms he bore

Her, armed with sorrow sore;

Till before their way

A couching lion lay.

Turning back was vain:

Soon his heavy mane

Bore them to the ground,

Then he stalked around,

Smelling to his prey;

But their fears allay

When he licks their hands,

And silent by them stands.

They look upon his eyes,

Filled with deep surprise;

And wondering behold

A spirit armed in gold.

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On his head a crown,

On his shoulders down

Flowed his golden hair.

Gone was all their care.

‘Follow me,’ he said;

‘Weep not for the maid;

In my palace deep,

Lyca lies asleep.’

Then they followed

Where the vision led,

And saw their sleeping child

Among tigers wild.

To this day they dwell

In a lonely dell,

Nor fear the wolvish howl

Nor the lion’s growl.

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8th December, 1941 : The USA and Great Britain formally declare war on Japan.

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7th December, 1941 : At 7.55 a.m. local time, with no declaration of war, Japanese aircraft carry out a huge surprise attack on the big American air and naval base. Eight battleships are sunk or badly damaged; three cruisers, three destroyers, two auxiliary ships, one mine-layer and one target-ship are sunk. 188 aircraft are destroyed or damaged on the ground. Reported casualties are 2,729 dead and 656 wounded.

The backbone of the American Pacific fleet has been eliminated from the conflict before it has even begun. It will be long before American industrial power can replace the losses and achieve superiority.

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Zas ve vidění prorockém

…from the quills of the dead white poets

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Zas ve vidění prorockém noc šeptá slova neznámá,

šum stromů, tisíc jazyků, je opakuje nad náma:

jak nad zrcadla kouzelná se k tichým vodám naklání,

z nichž tisíc očí plá jí vstříc jak v nadpozemském usmání.

Na černých loukách slzami jak setbou záře osetých

sní panny dvora našeho o sestrách vinou zakletých,

soucitnou rukou andělů v kající roucha oděnýchportrait-of-naked-woman-smiling_

a v samotách své bolesti žárlivým sluncem střežených.

Ční města, valy zřícenin na opuštěných ostrovech,

motýli s smrti znamením se chvějí na všech hřbitovech;

však vodotrysky vonných šťáv ve květech hudba hrá

a v krvi opojení tajemné jak v hroznech víno zrá.

Ať sladce dřímou bratři mí v svatebních loží nadějí

a ztroskotaní na březích ať dřímou ještě sladčeji:

noc ve svém snění uslyší, jak šeptá v řeči neznámé,

že míle každou minutou do moře světla padáme.

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NEWS FROM THE FRONT

No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

30th November, 1941 : German pressure on Moscow takes the Panzergruppen of Hoeppner and Reinhardt beyond Klin to Dimitrov on the Moscow-Volga canal, and Guderian’s group cuts the railway between Tula and Serpukhov.

German losses (according to German sources) from 22 June to 30 November 1941: 162,000 dead, 33,334 missing, 572,000 wounded. In belaguered Leningrad 11,000 people died of starvation during November. In December the figure is to rise to 52,000.

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NEWS FROM THE FRONT

No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

28th November, 1941 : The defenders of Tobruk break out and join up with the forces of the 8th Army.

General Gugliemo Nasi, commanding the Italian garrison of Gondar, asks the british for surrender terms.

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Cold Iron

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)

Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid –

Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.”

“Good!” said the Baron, sitting in his hall,

“But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all.”

So he made rebellion ‘gainst the King his liege,

Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege.

“Nay!” said the cannoneer on the castle wall,

“But Iron — Cold Iron — shall be master of you all!”

Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,

When the cruel cannon-balls laid ‘em all along;

He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,

And Iron — Cold Iron — was master of it all!

Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!)

“What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?”

“Nay!” said the Baron, “mock not at my fall,

For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all.”

“Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown –

Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown.”

“As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small,

For Iron — Cold Iron — must be master of men all!”

Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!)

“Here is Bread and here is Wine — sit and sup with me.

Eat and drink in Mary’s Name, the whiles I do recall

How Iron — Cold Iron — can be master of men all!”

He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread.

With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said:

“See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall,

Show Iron — Cold Iron — to be master of men all.”

“Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong.

Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong.

I forgive thy treason — I redeem thy fall –

For Iron — Cold Iron — must be master of men all!”

“Crowns are for the valiant — sceptres for the bold!

Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!”

“Nay!” said the Baron, kneeling in his hall,

“But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all!

Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!”

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20th November, 1941 : After an unsuccessful attempt at a flanking movement, the Germans capture Rostov-on-Don by a bloody frontal attack.

In the northern sector, there is a stalemate before Leningrad, but cold and hunger are claiming more and more victims among the population. Rations are reduced for the fifth time since the German siege began; workers and special personnel are now issued with 8 ¾ oz of bread per day, with other foodstuffs bringing the daily ration up to 1,667 calories; children get a nation of 644 calories, and old persons and others not engaged in productive activities 466 calories. (A normal ration in a cold climate like Leningrad in winter would be over 3000 calories.) The people were not strong enough to dig graves in the frozen earth. The dead were left beside the cemeteries wrapped in a blanket, and generally buried in common graves excavated with dynamite. In the spring thousands of bodies were discovered that had remained covered in snow throughout the winter.

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Ad Martialem

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Robert Louis Stevenson (18501894)

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Go(d) knows, my Martial, if we two could be

To enjoy our days set wholly free;

To the true life together bend our mind,

And take a furlough from the falser kind.

No rich saloon, nor palace of the great,

Nor suit at law should trouble our estate;

On no vainglorious statues should we look,

But of a walk, a talk, a little book,

Baths, wells and meads, and the veranda shade,

Let all our travels and our toils be made.

Now neither lives unto himself, alas!

And the good suns we see, that flash and pass

And perish; and the bell that knells them cries:

“Another gone: O when will ye arise?”

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NEWS FROM THE FRONT

No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

14th November, 1941 : The Germans line up for the second phase of the battle for Moscow, but they are running short of equipment. Guderian has to transform one of his armoured corps, whose establishment calls for 350 tanks into a ‘brigade’ of barely 50 effective tanks.

A terrible fire breaks out in the engine room of the Ark Royal, putting the pumps out of action, At about 6 o’clock the ship sinks.

British air raids on Catania, Brindisi and Acireale cause casualties and damage.

The USA orders evacuation of their marines from Shanghai,Peking and Tientsin.

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The Absent-Minded Beggar

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)

When you’ve shouted “Rule Britannia,” when you’ve sung “God save the Queen,”
   When you’ve finished killing Kruger with your mouth,
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
   For a gentleman in khaki going South?
He’s an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great –
   But we and Paul must take him as we find him –
He is out on active service, wiping something of a slate –
   And he’s left a lot of little things behind him!
Duke’s son – cook’s son – son of a hundred kings –
   (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!)
Each of ‘em doing his country’s work
   (and who’s to look after his things?)
Pass the hat for your credit’s sake, 
                                      and pay – pay – pay!

There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to,
   For he knew he wouldn’t get it if he did.
There is gas and coals and vittles, and the house-rent falling due,
   And it’s more than rather likely there’s a kid.
There are girls he walked with casual. They’ll be sorry now he’s gone,
   For and absent-minded beggar they will find him,
But it ain’t the time for sermons with the winter coming on.
   We must help the girl that Tommy’s left behind him!
Cook’s son – Duke’s son – son of a belted Earl –
   Son of Lambeth publican – it’s all the same today!
Each of them doing the country’s work
   (and who’s to look after the girl?)
Pass the hat for your credit’s sake,
                                      and pay – pay – pay!

They are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak,
   And they’ll put their sticks and bedding up the spout,
And they’ll live on half o’ nothing, paid ‘em punctual once a week,Cause the man that earns the wage is ordered out.
He’s an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country call,
   And his reg’ment didn’t need to send to find him!
He chucked his job and joint it – so the job before us all
   Is to help the home that Tommy’s left behind him!
Duke’s job – cook’s job – gardener, baronet, groom,
   Mew’s or palace or paper-shop, there’s someone gone away!
Each of ‘em doing his country’s work
   (and who’s to look after the room?)
Pass the hat and for your credit’s sake,
                                       and pay – pay – pay!

Let us manage so as later, we can look him in the face,
   And tell him – what he’d very much prefer –
That, while he saved the Empire, his employer saved his place,
   And his mates (that’s you and me) looked out for her.
He’s and absent-minded beggar and he may forget it all,
   But we do not want his kiddies to remind him
That we sent ‘em to the workhouse while their daddy hammered Paul,
   So we’ll help the homes that Tommy left behind him!
Cook’s home  - Duke’s home – home of millionaire,
   (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!)
Each of ‘em doing his country’s work
   (and what have you got to spare?)
Pass the hat for your credit’s sake 
                                      and pay – pay – pay!
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NEWS FROM THE FRONT

No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

12th November, 1941 : Final plans are laid for the culminating offensive against Moscow: the II Panzergruppe (Guderian), with the 2nd army protecting its flank, is to advance from Tula towards Kolmna; 4th Army is to attack frontally in order to engage the maximum number of Soviet forces; the III Panzergruppe (Hoth) and IV Panzergruppe (Hoeppner), covered on the left flank by the 9th Army, is to cross the Moscow-Volga canal and outflank Moscow to the north and then turn south-east to join up with the Guderian’s force.

The temperature is 12° bellow zero; next day it falls even lower. Many Germans suffer from frostbite.

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NEWS FROM THE FRONT

No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

11th November, 1941 : In the southern sector the Russians counter-attack powerfully. An Italian regiment (the 80th, in the Pasubio Division) narrowly escapes encirclement by Soviet division.

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NEWS FROM THE FRONT

No pain no gain – but unfortunately unnecessary pain when the obvious dangers are ignored. Politicians suffer no pain – you do.

7th November, 1941 : Central sector: during the night it freezes. No longer held by the mud, the Germans prepare to resume their offensive against Moscow; but soon ‘General Vinter’ will be holding them up once more.

The ‘Lend-Lease’ Act is extended to the USSR, though in fact the USA has been sending aid to the Russians since September. Between 1 October 1941 and 31 May 1945 the USA sends 2,660 ships to the Soviet Union, with 15,239,791 tons of foodstuffs and materials – most of all trucks, but also tanks, locomotives and complete chemical plants.

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“Ye, Who Would More Of Spain…”

…from the quills of dead white poets

Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)

 

(From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” Canto One)

LXXXVII

Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,

Go, read whate’er is writ of bloodiest strife:

Whate’er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe

Can act, is acting there against man’s life:

From flashing scimitar to secret knife,

War mouldeth there each weapon to his need –

So may he guard the sister and the wife,

So may he make each curst oppressor bleed –

So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deeds!

LXXXVIII

Flows there a tear of Pity for the dead?

Look o’er the ravage of the reeking plain;

Look on the hands with female slaughter red;

Then to the dogs resign the unburied slain,

Then to the vulture let each corpse remain,

Albeit unworthy of the prey-bird’s maw;

Let their bleached bones, and blood’s unbleaching stain,

Long mark the battle-field with hideous awe:

Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw.

XC

Not all the blood at Talavera shed,

Not all the marvels of Barossa‘s fight,

Not Albuera lavish of the dead,

Have won for Spain her well asserted right.

When shall her Olive-Branch be free from blight?

When shall she breathe her from the blushing toil?

How many a doubtful day shall sink in night.

Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil,

And Freedom’s stranger-tree grow native of the soil!

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