always be roses.
She's come back. She wasn't
to have returned for another week.
Dearly beloved brethren,
the scripture moveth us in sundry places...
...to acknowledge and confess
our manifold sins and wickedness.
And that we not dissemble nor cloak them
before almighty God, our heavenly father.
But confess them
with a humble, lowly...
Will everyone please be seated.
It has just been announced over the air
by the prime minister...
...that our country is at war.
In the circumstances...
...I don't think you'll wish me
to continue...
...as you will probably, most of you,
have some other duty to perform.
I will say simply this:
That the prayer for peace
still lives in our hearts...
...coupled now with the prayer
for our beloved country.
We in this village...
...have not failed in the past.
Our forefathers, for 1000 years, have
fought for the freedom that we now enjoy.
And that we must now defend again.
With God's help...
...and their example...
...we cannot...
...and shall not fail.
- Are we going to be bombed, Daddy?
- Toby, don't shout, darling.
- Are we going to be bombed?
- Come on.
- Carol.
- I'll be right along, Granny.
- Beg your pardon. Carol!
- Hello.
You came back early.
Oh, I'm so glad. How are you fixed,
in case of anything?
Quite all right, I think.
I must go, Vin. Goodbye.
Yes?
Ma'am, I'm so glad you've come.
Gladys is carrying on... Pardon me.
Carrying on something awful.
I've had her on me hands all morning.
- What's the matter?
- It's on account of Horace.
Called up and asked to join
his regiment tonight.
Yes, ma'am,
and Gladys in floods of tears.
And that stove...
...the man only come Friday to look at it,
and what he done, I don't know.
But she's not fit to work.
She's not, really.
Well, never mind, Ada.
I daresay we'll manage somehow.
Napoleon!
Toby, take him away.
- I suppose they broadcast the news.
- Yes, ma'am, what a dreadful thing.
And that laundry.
Lost another of me best aprons.
- But we've always got the navy.
- That's right, Ada.
Oh, come on, now.
Cheer up, Gladys.
Horace won't be anywhere
near the front line.
Oh, yes, he will.
He's one to push himself forward.
He says, "You let me get me hands
on Hitler. I'll give him sweatsticker."
Give him what?
Sweatsticker. You know, sir,
the sign they have on their flags.
Well, that's the proper spirit, Gladys.
He's got too much spirit.
He gives way to it.
I beg pardon, but would you tell Gladys
Horace has got to catch his train...
...and could he come in a minute
and say goodbye?
- Oh, of course he can.
- Come in, Horace.
Thank you, sir.
Morning, everybody.
Good morning, Horace.
- Will you have a sherry?
- Don't mind if I do.
- And jolly good luck to you, Horace.
- Yes, indeed.
- Jolly good luck, Horace.
- Thanks, Master Toby.
To your very good health.
My best respects, ma'am.
The children are going to miss you
terribly. And poor Gladys.
Oh, she'll be all right,
won't you, Glad?
Here, here.
That's not the way to behave.
How do you expect me to behave
when you go off and get killed?
Well, cheer up. I ain't killed yet.
Here, have a drop of this.
- You don't mind, sir?
- Oh, certainly not.
There. That's better.
Have one for yourself now.
You'll want Gladys to see you
to the station, won't you?
Go get your hat.
Very nice drop of stuff, this.
Last I shall get for a bit, I expect.
Make a lot of difference
to a lot of people, this war will.
Yes, a lot of difference.
We may all meet on the front line yet.
Not me, Horace.
The RAF for me.
Oh, boy!
- I've always been keen on flying.
- That's all right too.
Well, I got to get to me train.
I'll say goodbye, ma'am.
Yes, of course, Horace.
Goodbye, and the best of luck.
Goodbye, Horace.
- Let us know how it's going.
- I will. You'll excuse the spelling.
I'm better with a bayonet
than with a pencil.
You can write it in blood.
Nice child you have.
- Keep your chin up.
- Thank you.
Hello!