Last week, as it must to all revolutionary ideas, respectability came at last to Britain's Home Guard.
The Home Guard had not always been respectable. It rose like a garish, un-British emanation from the bomb rubble of 1940's blitz. In those days its members practiced slitting throats with cheese cutters on gloomy Sunday mornings, reached out eager hands for nonexistent tommy guns, concocted tin-can explosives in the basement and took a desperate delight in the macabre techniques of Spanish Civil War guerrillas. But by last week the Home Guard had dressed ranks...
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