The Red Barrows at Congleton Carnival

Gentlemen

The gratitude of every home in Congleton, in Cheshire, and indeed throughout the  this Sceptred Isle, except in the abodes of the guilty, goes out to those plucky  chaps who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge and mortal  danger, are turning the tide of the Congleton Carnival by their prowess and by  their devotion. Never in the Hankinson's field of generally titting around was  so much owed by so many to so few. All hearts go out to the barrow pilots, whose  brilliant actions and ground level displays we see with our own eyes day after  day (but mostly on Saturday 10th July); but we must never forget that all the  time, night after night, month after month, our barrow bomber squadrons travel  far to National Sporting Weekend in Lancaster (3rd September), find the toilets  in the darkness by the highest navigational skill, aim their attacks, often  under the heaviest fire, often with serious loss of dignity, with deliberate  careful discrimination, and inflict shattering blows upon squadrons from Round  Table Areas other than 22. On no part of the Round Table Air Force does the  weight of the war fall more heavily than on the daylight bombers, who will play  an invaluable part in the case of invasion and whose unflinching zeal it has  been necessary in the meanwhile on numerous occasions to restrain.

God save the King

Churchill (oh yes!)

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