Britain and France had to choose between war and dishonour. They chose dishonour. They will have war.
When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.
We shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and, sweat.
You ask, what is our policy?
I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us:
to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark,
lamentable catalogue of human crime.
That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim?
I can answer in one word: It is victory,
victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory,
however long and hard the road may be;
for without victory, there is no survival.