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That's patreon.com slash we have ways. The situation of the breast group is like a patient with cancer who is doomed unless he submits to an operation.

An operation on the other hand, even though it may have to be drastic,

will at least offer some hope that the patient's life may get received.

It must therefore be attempted.

That was of course, the Fuhror Adolf Hitler on January the 12th

1942 man himself joining us addressing a meeting at the wolf slayer of philem Keitel of

course his commandant chief of airmacht hans jeshonek who's chief of the luffafer general staff

alfred yodel one of his lap dogs chief of staff Staff of Military Operations, Adolf Galland, Gennel de Yagd Fleger, and Eric Rader, is the Commander-in-Chief, and Vice Admiral Otto Siliacs, the Belfelshaber de Schlacht Schiffer. That's a great title, isn't it? If I was going to be a German rank, that's what I'd want to be.

You want to be Bafelzhaber de Schlachschschiffer. What Hitler is talking about here is, of course, that the remnants of the Kriegsmarine surfaced fleet, the Atlantic Raiders, who are hold up in breast. So welcome, ladies gentlemen, to we have ways of making you talk with me, Al Murray and James Holland.

And we are going to grasp a nettle in a form of a sort of post script to our sink the Bismarck story, because that's what this is really. In many ways. The story of the channel dash. It's completing the journey. Exactly. They're going on a round trip, these German ships.

And this is the last part of that round trip.

And it's February the 12th, 1942 we're talking about.

And it's not a great day for the Royal Navy.

It's not a great day for the Royal Air Force.

And it's not a great particularly good day

for the British Army either.

But I will argue

that notwithstanding,

it's a terrible day

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