“When I warned [the French] that Britain would fight on alone, whatever they did, their Generals told their Prime Minister and his divided cabinet: ‘In three weeks, England will have her neck wrung like a chicken.
“Some chicken….Some neck!
Winston Churchill
Goodnight everyone, sleep well.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Goodnight, sleep well.
That was then… ‘Night Zen.
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