Over the course of the last century every time the West has won a victory over those who threatened their survival peace, safety and security was declared. Inevitably another threat arose, never quite from the anticipated direction, though the seeds had been planted and germinated and extended tendrils of malign growth. I do not doubt that should we, the men of the West, again defeat the barbarian hordes that beat against our walls, another breed whose bloody eye and steel is not extant today will arise in due course.

Centuries wash across the eons civillizations rise, hold their niche a while and fall, leave their sedimentary bones to prop their tottering successors. Of a certainty our time will come. But not yet. God give me strength, not yet.