Hear me now.
See me now - a small boy, dressed in a uniform.
Give me a map, blindfold me, spin me around three times, and I, dizzy and dazed, would still place my finger squarely on the Mother Country.
Where in Britain ships built, where is cotten woven, steel forged, cars made... whisky distilled?
An English soldier, a Tommy... 'Well, dunno. Africa, ain't it?'
Jam-where?
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