“To these people, the war is simply a continuous calamity which sweeps to and fro over their bodies like a tidal wave.”
1984. George Orwell.
We are at war.
We shall prevail at all costs.
(The reputations of many are on the line)
It’s time for you to shelter in place.
Hunker down.
When the wild dogs of the night come pouncing on you; call the helpline. You will feel less lonely. But be patient: they are busy and they are doing the best they can.
(I’m sure you’ll understand)
You know this is the right thing to do. Surrender your wishes, your passions and your aspirations. Make sacrifices. Don’t complain (you selfish prick!). We are here for you. We look after you.
It will be over soon. A quick operation with military precision. The objectives are very clear. We are authorised to report that we are winning. The enemy will try to adapt but we will defeat it every time. Every. Single. Time.
This is the stuff heroes are made of.
We ask that you do what the Nation demands of you.
