James Holland

And I could be taken out by an assassin's bullet.

I've got this important life work that I've got to do.

We've got to get on with it now. There could be no more delay. This is my mission. This is our mission of the German people. And the German people have got the will and the spirit to be able to pull it off.

We've got to get on with it now. There could be no more delay. This is my mission. This is our mission of the German people. And the German people have got the will and the spirit to be able to pull it off.

We've got to get on with it now. There could be no more delay. This is my mission. This is our mission of the German people. And the German people have got the will and the spirit to be able to pull it off.

We've got to get on with it now.

There could be no more delay.

This is my mission.

This is our mission of the German people.

And the German people have got the will and the spirit to be able to pull it off.

It's a beautiful summer in Europe, summer of 1939. It's one of these glorious summers that never rains. It's just sunshine, sunny day after sunny day. It's like that golden summer of 1914 as well, where the sky always seems to be blue, fluffy white clouds. But the storm clouds of war, to use that cliche, are brewing.

It's a beautiful summer in Europe, summer of 1939. It's one of these glorious summers that never rains. It's just sunshine, sunny day after sunny day. It's like that golden summer of 1914 as well, where the sky always seems to be blue, fluffy white clouds. But the storm clouds of war, to use that cliche, are brewing.

It's a beautiful summer in Europe, summer of 1939. It's one of these glorious summers that never rains. It's just sunshine, sunny day after sunny day. It's like that golden summer of 1914 as well, where the sky always seems to be blue, fluffy white clouds. But the storm clouds of war, to use that cliche, are brewing.

It's a beautiful summer in Europe, summer of 1939.

It's one of these glorious summers that never rains.

It's just sunshine, sunny day after sunny day.

It's like that golden summer of 1914 as well, where the sky always seems to be blue, fluffy white clouds.

But the storm clouds of war, to use that cliche, are kind of brewing.

The Russians have reached out to Britain and France and said, come on over, let's negotiate, let's see what we can do.

The Russians have reached out to Britain and France and said, come on over, let's negotiate, let's see what we can do. And there is just no stomach for that at all. I mean, if ever there is, I think, a mistake, Britain and France should have been a bit more into real politics than they were. It's such an opportunity.