Just before dawn …?

It was said to be Britain’s darkest hour, but God had other plans

It was Britain’s darkest hour. The events over the period of a few months in 1940 would determine the future, not just of our own country, but the whole World. The Nazi menace was on our doorstep, peering in and already salivating over the spoils. The odds were on their side, they had been proven invincible in Europe, each country falling in turn, like a cascade of dominoes. We were next. Defeat for us was unthinkable, no less than the destruction of a civilisation that had stood, unshakeably, for nearly a millennium.