Two months had passed since Mussolini's fall. Now Winston Churchill had come before the House of Commons to give account of the blood and tears it took to score this victory, to warn of the sacrifices yet to be demanded, to make bold and confident prophecy.
To hear him, all who could pushed their way into the House. They sat in the narrow, uncomfortable balconies, squatted on the floor, endured stoically the stale air loaded with the aroma of codfish served to the M.P.s during a recess for lunch, and warmly cheered.
Into his 14,000-word...
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