Frenchmen! For more
than 30 years in peace and war I have marched with you.
I am marching still along the same road.
Tonight I speak to you at your firesides, wherever you may be, or
whatever your fortunes are: I repeat the prayer that upon the
louis d'or, "Dieu protege la France"
Here at home in England, under the the fire of
the Bosche we do not forget the ties and links that unite us to
France . . .
Here in London, which Her Hitler says he will
reduce to ashes, and which his aeroplanes are now bombarding, our
people are bearing up unflinchingly. Our Air Force has more than held
its own. We are waiting for the long promised invasion.
So are the fishes . . .
Frenchmen - rearm your spirits before it is too
late. Remember how Napoleon said before one of his
battles:î These same Prussians who are so boastful
today were three to one at Jena, and six to one at
Montmirailî
Never will I believe that the soul of France is
dead! Never will I believe that her place amongst the greatest
nations of the world has been lost forever.
Remember that we shall never stop, never
weary, and never give in . . . We seek to beat the life and soul out
of Hitler and Hitlerism. That alone - that all the time - that to the
end. Those French who are in the French Empire, and those who are in
the so-called unoccupied France, may see their way from time to time
to useful action, I will not go into details . . hostile ears
are listening . . .
Good night then: Sleep to gather strength for
the morning. For the morning will come. brightly it will shine
on the brave and true, kindly upon all who suffer for the cause,
glorious upon the tombs of heroes. Thus will shine the dawn.
