Also by Leo McKinstry Fit to Govern? (1996) Turning the Tide (1997) Boycs: The True Story (2000) Jack and Bobby: A Story of Brothers in Conflict (2002) Rosebery: Statesman in Turmoil (2005) Sir Alf: England's Greatest Manager (2006) Spitfire: Portrait of a Legend (2007) Lancaster: The Second World War's Greatest Bomber (2009) Hurricane: Victor of the Battle of Britain (2010) Jack Hobbs: England's Greatest Cricketer (2011) Copyright This book is dedicated to the fond memory of Katharine Kinney (19592013) adventurer and heroine Introduction 'He is coming!' THE ATMOSPHERE INSIDE the Berlin Sportpalast was electric that early September afternoon in 1940. The arena was packed to its 14,000 capacity. Amidst hysterical cheering, the Führer marched onto the stage, his impassive mien in graphic contrast to the frenzied enthusiasm that greeted his arrival. He started his speech in a low-key, almost conversational manner, with jibes at Winston Churchill and the British war effort. As his address continued, he grew more agitated, his passion whipping up the crowd to ever greater paroxysms of adoration. At one point he had to stop, so prolonged and delirious was the applause. Warming to his theme of an escalation in the Reich's aerial assault on Britain, he proclaimed, 'When they declare that they will increase their attacks on our cities, then we will raze their cities to the ground.'1 He went on: 'The hour will come when one of us will break and it will not be Nationalist Socialist Germany,' to which the crowd responded with ecstatic cries of 'Never! Never!'2 Finally, he turned to the issue that was gripping the imagination of the British public: the imminent threat of invasion.

With his compelling mix of menace and sarcasm, the Führer said, 'In England, they're filled with curiosity and keep asking, "Why doesn't he come?" Be calm, be calm. He is coming! He is coming!'3 The Wehrmacht was certainly preparing with characteristic efficiency to invade Britain. As Hitler fulminated at the Berlin Sportpalast on 4 September, a huge build-up of German military forces was under way in north-western Europe, ready for the strike against England. Along the coasts of France, Holland and Belgium, the Kriegsmarine was gathering a mighty armada to transport the initial assault force of nine divisions across the Channel, which would be followed by heavy reinforcements once the bridgeheads were established. On the very day of Hitler's speech, the shipping section of the German naval staff reported that no fewer than 1,910 barges, 419 tugs, and 1,600 motorboats had been requisitioned for the invasion fleet.4 The plans for the operation, code-named Sea Lion by the German High Command, were ambitious in their scale and thorough in their details. Thirteen hospital ships had been commandeered for the wounded; there would be seventy-two guard dogs to protect the snipers. In the same spirit, the army had developed 250 amphibious tanks, complete with snorkels and waterproofed cannon.

After the rapid conquest of France, the Low Countries, Denmark and Norway in 1940, the confidence of the German army could hardly have been higher. As Alexander Hoffer, a rifleman in a mountain regiment recalled, 'The operation was going to be simple, a mopping up detail. The enemy was as good as defeated anyway, weak in numbers and morale. The English, so we were told, were a badly armed army which had been shattered at Dunkirk. The Tommies would be in no position to interfere seriously with our landing.'5 On the other side of the Channel, as reconnaissance and intelligence revealed the extent of the German invasion preparations, the British sensed that Hitler's threats were all too real. The intensification of the air war was regarded as a prelude to a certain assault on England's southern coast. According to a report from the headquarters of the army's Home Forces, written the day after the Führer's Sportpalast speech, 'If Hitler thinks that he can achieve a fair measure of air superiority over the next few days, then a full scale invasion may be attempted on a wide front.

The attack will be carried out ruthlessly with every means available.'6 The commanding officer of those Home Forces, General Alan Brooke, wrote in his private diary on 4 September, 'Indications of an impending attack before 15 September are accumulating,' while three days later he recorded, 'all reports look like the invasion is getting nearer.'7 Churchill himself, who had been highly sceptical throughout the summer of claims that the Germans would invade, grew more convinced of the likelihood of attack, as he warned in one of his celebrated speeches. 'No one should blind himself to the fact that a heavy, full-scale invasion of this island is being prepared with the usual German thoroughness and method and that it may be launched at any time now.'8 Yet Hitler never came. He ducked the challenge of conquest. His threats turned out to be bluster, his rhetoric hollow. All the preparations were in vain.

The invasion fleet was gradually dispersed through the autumn of 1940; the troops returned to their German bases or were sent to forward positions on the eastern front. After the war it became fashionable, especially among surviving Reich commanders, to claim that Hitler never really intended to invade, that Operation Sea Lion was all a gigantic bluff to demoralise Britain. In one post-war interview, General Gerd von Rundstedt, who was to have led the German army across the Channel in 1940, dismissed the whole concept of invasion as a 'game' and described Sea Lion as 'rubbish',9 while the Luftwaffe commander Albert Kesselring wrote in 1957 that 'Hitler was only half-heartedly tied to the idea of an invasion of England.'10 This argument is undermined by the reality of the Reich's intensive planning for Sea Lion. Indeed, the Kriegsmarine's assembly of the huge invasion fleet in a short timescale was not only a phenomenal feat of logistics but also a direct contradiction of the idea that the Germans were never serious about crossing the Channel. Moreover, Hitler knew that failing to conquer Britain carried the risk of a long war, with Germany potentially forced to fight on two fronts once he invaded Russia in the summer of 1941. In his more bullish moments, Hitler told his military chiefs that talk about breaking Britain quickly through an economic blockade or an assault on her empire in North Africa was mere wishful thinking. 'A positive result can only be achieved by an attack on England,' he said at the end of July 1940,11 an outlook that he still maintained in September.

As Admiral Erich Raeder, the head of the Kriegsmarine in 1940, recorded: 'A landing is, now as before, regarded by the Führer as the means by which, according to every prospect, an immediate crashing end can be made of the war.'12 Another common argument is that Hitler's failure to invade can be explained, not by his lack of seriousness, but by the RAF's victory in the Battle of Britain. According to this hypothesis, Britain owed its survival in the autumn of 1940 entirely to the heroic men of Fighter Command, who prevented the Luftwaffe gaining air superiority over the southern English coast and thereby made a Channel crossing too dangerous for the Germans. Bolstered by the grandeur of Churchill's eloquence, the triumph of the Few has become central to Britain's romantic wartime story. It is undoubtedly true that the Hurricane and Spitfire pilots played a vital role in thwarting the Reich's invasion plans, for mastery of the air was regarded as an essential prerequisite of any assault on the beaches. Thanks to the RAF, that goal was never achieved. But this is far from the whole story. The emphasis on the fighter crews unfairly downplays the crucial importance of the wider British resistance to Hitler in 1940, which permeated the armed forces and the home front.

The whole nation was galvanised for the fight. When Hitler abandoned his plans for invasion, it was a victory for the many, not the few. Wartime legend has presented the heroics of the RAF as an exception to an otherwise desperate military performance by Britain in 1940. In this narrative, there is a chasm between the daring and efficiency of Fighter Command and the woeful inadequacy of most other parts of the British war effort. Defeat was inevitable if the RAF was overwhelmed, according to the traditional account, which portrays Britain as hopelessly ill equipped in the face of the Nazi war machine. It was a supposed weakness highlighted by the paralysis in the civil service, the chronic shortages of men and weaponry in the regular army, the lack of modern vessels in the navy and the country's feeble home defences. The might of Hitler's Reich, which had blitzed its way through Poland, Scandinavia and Western Europe, would hardly have been deterred by some hastily erected pillboxes, rolls of barbed wire and lightweight guns. The ultimate symbol of Britain's alleged vulnerability in 1940 was the Home Guard, that makeshift force of volunteers whose very nickname, 'Dad's Army', was so redolent of its antiquated nature in the savage new age of total war.

Made famous for future generations by the television comedy series of the 1970s, the Home Guard appeared more likely to provoke laughter than fear in the invader. The image of Home Guardsmen, devoid of rifles or uniforms, performing their pointless drill routines with broomsticks and pitchforks, has lo.