They
Form Our Biggest Arsenal
Somewhere
in England

'A
lonely looking policemen is, at this very moment, stamping
his cold feet on a bleak railway siding. There is nothing
about him to suggest that he marks the spot where two worlds
meet. Yet, such is the case. Before him are the familar scenes
of normal life. But behind him slopes a tunnel to the preposterous
underworld built as a series of permanent ammunition depots,
biggest of their kind, each a lavish temple of Mars.'
Douglas
Worth, Daily Express, 23 November 1943
 
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