Wearing his simple Trinity lighthouseman's blue uniform, a cigar jutting from his face like a gun from a turret, Winston Churchill got home to a London that loved him and criticized him. At Paddington Station to greet him were fur-hatted Mrs. Churchill and a delighted section of the British public. Son Randolph Churchill, an Army press-relations officer back from Cairo, was also there. Winston Churchill's face was rosy with the triumph of secrecy that his tripin a big flying boat by way of Bermudahad been. Part way he had steered the flying boat...
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