‘Where did you say?’ asked the Prime Minister, squinting over her reading glasses.
‘Chapel Topping, Prime Minister,’ repeated the Chief of the Air Staff.
‘Is that even a place?’ she queried again, somewhat unconvinced.
‘Yes, indeed,’ returned the very distinguished – in looks, airs, and titles – Air Chief Marshal Sir Mortimer Stanley.
‘Oh. Well, I suppose there’s nothing like a shake-up of world order; I was quite convinced they’d land in Bob’s neck of the woods. Don’t they always start in the USA?’
‘That is, I believe, a Hollywood bias, but not necessarily a sensible military strategy.’
‘Oh?’ the Prime Minister looked intrigued.
‘No, indeed, the American continent is vast. If you have only a small er, relatively small, force, it is wise to begin from a place that gives least resist
