The Miniver Story Page #2

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He must be

quite a guy.

Will you come?

Please.

I'd love to.

Swell. Pick you

up at 8.30.

We're going to

miss you in the village.

We're going to miss

the village.

Somehow, I just can't

believe that it's over.

It isn't.

Sure, some of the

fighting's stopped.

A few generals have

signed some documents

on Lueneburg Heath.

For the rest of us,

you can't just snap

your fingers and say,

"Forget it, brother.

Go on home.

"Take up the old

routine where you

left off."

When a war happens,

a whole new life happens

along with it.

And you're a part

of mine, Kay...

a very important part.

Well, I know we haven't

seen each other

more than...how often?

A dozen times?

Tea in the garden

after a mission,

a couple of movies,

watching a soccer match.

Probably it doesn't mean

very much to you,

but it's helped,

more than you know.

I didn't stop

loving Ellen

when I started

to love you.

Dear Kay, don't look

so worried.

I'm not expecting

you to say anything

except maybe

"Here's a guy I knew

in the war.

"Nice to have met him."

I know it's all

on my side.

You're married.

You too, Spike.

Only I'm here,

and Ellen's there.

Sort of a mess

I'm in, all right.

Oh, you'll snap

out of it.

Very un-British,

shooting my mouth off.

Only, this is

our last evening.

And I just had

to tell you.

You're not mad

at me?

No, Spike, I'm not mad.

It's...it's nice to know

that one's been of use,

if I have.

Let's dance.

My friends!

Tonight, Europe is free!

To the British

I say, "Jolly decent of you!"

To the Americans,

"Nice work, kids!"

To my own country, I say

"God bless you."

Very soon now, I return to

you and to my dear wife

and children.

Don't worry, darling.

Not tonight.

And so to all of you,

to all the people and armies

of liberation,

on behalf of all Europe,

tonight, I say...

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

Won't you say

something, Colonel?

Please?

Well, this isn't

quite my line.

You go ahead.

Oh, no.

Come on, Spike.

Do it. It would be nice.

OK.

Thanks, pal.

American...

here.

I guess some of us

will be leaving soon.

So, maybe I'd better make

this goodbye.

When we first came

to England,

we weren't too keen

about the idea.

"It's murder,"

they told us.

"Rains all day, and the folks

keep themselves to themselves."

Well, it rained.

They were right there.

We've had bad times

and good times.

We've had an awful lot

of war together.

So long, England.

Thanks for everything.

And have yourselves

a good rest.

For he's a jolly good fellow

He's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us.

'It was a beautiful summer,

'that first summer of peace.

'England had a new kind

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