We, in this quiet corner of England, have suffered the loss of friends
very dear to us-- some close to this church: George West, choir boy; James
Bellard, station master and bell ringer and a proud winner, only one hour
before his death, of the Belding Cup for his beautiful Miniver rose; and
our hearts go out in sympathy to the two families who share the cruel loss
of a young girl who was married at this altar only two weeks ago.
The homes of many of us have been destroyed, and the lives of young
and old have been taken. There is scarcely a household that hasn't been
struck to the heart.
And why? Surely you must have asked yourself this question. Why in
all conscience should these be the ones to suffer? Children, old people,
a young girl at the height of her loveliness. Why these? Are these our
soldiers? Are these our fighters? Why should they be sacrificed?
I shall tell you why.
Because this is not only a war of soldiers in uniform. It is a war
of the people, of all the people, and it must be fought not only on the
battlefield, but in the cities and in the villages, in the factories and
on the farms, in the home, and in the heart of every man, woman, and child
who loves freedom!
Well, we have buried our dead, but we shall not forget them.
Instead they will inspire us with an unbreakable determination to free ourselves
and those who come after us from the tyranny and terror that threaten to strike
This is the people's war! It is our war! We are the fighters! Fight it then!
Fight it with all that is in us, and may God defend the right. (a .WAV file)