When he was born I looked at my little boy and felt an unconditional love I never knew was inside me. As he grew and I watched him stagger about squeak his first words and turn into a beautiful little boy that feeling did not change.
Not only the priceless heritage of our fathers of our seamen of our Empire builders is being thrown away in a war that serves no British interests - but our alliance leader Stalin dreams of nothing but the destruction of that heritage of our fathers?
