 I have heard the sound of her life by day and by night. Many years ago, a great American speaking of Britain said that in the storm of battle and conflict, she had a secret vigor and a pulse like a cannon. In the great sound picture that is here presented, you too will hear that heart beating. For blended together in one great symphony is the music of Britain at war. The evening hymn of the lark, the roar of spitfires, the dancers in the great ballroom at Blackpool, the plank of machinery and shunting trains soldiers of Canada holding in memory in proud memory their home on the range, the BBC sending truth on its journey around the world, the trumpet call of freedom, the war song of a great people, the first sure notes of the march of victory as you and I listen to Britain. It's a great night to give them all the addiction, isn't it? This is London Calling, fricking service. London is calling you in the night before 9.05. You're finished in one time. You're finished in one time. You're finished in one time. You're finished in one time. You're finished in one time. You're finished in one time. This is the Pacific Service from London sending you all greetings and wishing the best of luck to those of you listening for this on C, or in the air, and in the merchant navy. Right hand, you press, look well up, it's there, now turn, press again, and the twist and the press swing.