When Britain Stood Alone; Rewriting History

David Crabb

January 7, 2025

Let’s talk about the nation flagellators – those self-loathing doom merchants and revisionist hacks who can’t get through the day without slagging off Britain’s finest hour.

They’re at it again, twisting themselves into pretzels to undermine our World War Two record, all because I dared to say we stood alone from 1939 to 1941. Well, here’s the inconvenient truth for the professional nation haters and keyboard historians: we did stand alone.

While Europe buckled under the Nazi jackboot, Britain stood defiant. We weren’t cowering behind neutrality like the Swiss, and we weren’t signing blood-soaked pacts like Stalin. No, we were outnumbered, outgunned, and out of allies – but we stood. And do you know why? Because we’re bloody British, that’s why.

It’s in our DNA to stare down tyrants and fight for what’s right, no matter the odds. While the rest of the world waited to see which way the wind would blow, it was us – our grandparents, our great-grandparents – who said, “No. We will not surrender. We will not bow.”

It wasn’t the EU or some globalist fantasy that kept Hitler at bay; it was the RAF up there in the skies, young lads barely out of school, taking on the Luftwaffe and winning. It was the Navy hunting U-boats in the freezing Atlantic, and it was the working men and women of this country – miners, factory workers, nurses – who refused to let this island fall.

But no, that’s not good enough for the hand-wringers, is it? They’re too busy rewriting history to fit their narrative of eternal guilt. They’d rather paint us as villains than acknowledge the simple fact that without Britain, the world would’ve been speaking German by 1945.

They whinge about colonialism and empire – as if Churchill, Spitfires, and the Dunkirk spirit are things we should be ashamed of!

Ashamed? I’ll tell you what shame is. Shame is spitting on the memory of those who gave their lives so these clowns could enjoy the freedom to sneer at their own country. Shame is being so desperate to hate Britain that you ignore the graves of thousands of Allied soldiers buried in foreign soil – British, Commonwealth, Polish, Czech, French – all of them fighting under our banner because we wouldn’t back down.

Yes, America and the Soviets joined later, and we’re bloody glad they did. But let’s not pretend they were there from the start. Britain held the line, and when others joined, it was because we showed them it could be done. That’s leadership. That’s grit.

And that’s why this nation, for all its flaws, still stands as a beacon of resilience. So to the flagellators, the ones who can’t bear to see Britain in a positive light, I say this: You don’t deserve the freedom you enjoy. That freedom was paid for in blood by men and women who believed this country was worth fighting for.

If you can’t find it in yourself to respect that, then at least do us the courtesy of shutting up. We are not perfect. We never were. But we were brave when it mattered most. And that, my friends, is something these naysayers will never understand, because they’ve never had to risk anything for what they believe in.

So let them whine, let them wail. We know the truth, and deep down, they do too:

Britain stood alone – and the world is free because of it.