To most of Great Britain, since war broke out, no news has been bad news. For months the country had been preparing itself for a sudden, overwhelming, spectacular shock. And when war came, nothing seemed to happen: darkness, silence, expectancy, laconic communiques. "What kind of war is this?" asked impatient Lord Beaverbrook in his Evening Standard. Was anything ever going to happen? Were Britain and France in it up to their necks, or had they just put a toe in to see how cold it was? Were they stalling until Poland was...
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