“At this moment, in far the biggest combined operation in history, the first of the airbourne troops are down. Sailors and airmen are facing frightful dangers to transport the first ground troops across the Channel and protect them on their way; more sailors and airmen are daring everything to blast holes in the German defences; and the ground troops themselves, in their thousands, will soon be literally throwing their lives away in the main assault by deliberately drawing enemy fire so that others may gain a foothold; and we are in complete, or almost complete, safety; some of us are even enjoying something akin to peacetime comfort.
It’s a thought we cannot avoid and it’s a thought that inevitably aggravates an ever-present urge to be doing something more active; to be nearer the battle, sharing at least some of its discomforts and dangers. Such feelings cannot be obliterated, but they can be subjected to grim resolve to serve those men to the very utmost of our capacity. There is no back-stage organisation (and I think Hut 3, Hut 6, Sixta and Fish Party as an indissoluble whole) that has done more for past allied operations and Allied plans for this assault; and none that can contribute more to the development of the invasion once the bloody battle for the beaches has been won.”