ABSTRACT
Times of trouble, of stirring discontent, of vague longings for what is not, breed apocalyptic visions. The vexatious present is the more acceptable, much that is evil is glossed over, if only some future millennium offers an escape from the frustration of unrealized hope. Throughout the war, almost in direct ratio to the strains it imposed, the people of Britain were promised a new future if only they could, and would by their sacrifices, suffer the severities that seemed so necessary for survival and victory.
