September 17th: “We had a picnic lunch on the way by a stream, sparkling in hot sunshine. I felt oddly oppressed with my memories.... No one had ever been over the same terrible course twice with such an interval between.... Fisher, Wilson, Battenberg, Jellicoe, Beatty, Pakenham, Sturdee, all gone! ‘I feel like one, Who treads alone, Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!’” The post The Churchill Day Book, 1939: “What Price C...
