They put up a strong resistance, stronger than most. But twenty days ago, London fell.
Ten days later, the rest of the UK had followed. They were outnumbered 10:1. The odds were never in their favour.
But the human race is strong, resilient. Two days ago, a lone soldier reached my bunker. He was wounded, mortally so. He had just enough life left to release me.
Ninety-seven years is a long time to be asleep. To do nothing but watch as your adopted home is taken from you. Feeling so powerfully hopeless. But I’m free now.
Tomorrow, I take it all back.