Yeah, my big brother Gilbert died at as Churchill called it the British
empire's finest hour. He was a spitfire pilot during the battle of Britain
This sky high fight which lasted for months seemed to herald the end of the kingdom
Our victory only limited the scale of German air raids which were carried out only at night during the blitz
The number of those killed was in the tens of thousands from July of 1940 to June 1941
The possibility of bombing our home was part of the life of every citizen
And yet a few years later, British troops took part in the campaign that finally liberated Europe from the Nazis
At the time, I was too young to enlist. The war took my brother from me and I was refused to avenge him
However, I think history has imposed on me another duty of no less importance
A country ruined by war requires rebuilding. People are waiting for a roof over their heads
for jobs at factories and for the end of starvation rations. So from my family farm
I set out to help with rebuilding the country for the future of all of us
Yeah. Yeah
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah
816. This is Gilbert. Say again, my God, the fire brigade. Do anything you
can to detach the carriage with the, what do you mean by
what do you mean by civilians? The schedule says it's supposed to be a military transport
A what that's against every possible procedure help us? Right
Mhm. Yeah