From the memoir of Greg Elmo (1945-2009), refering to his chum Paul Groover (1940-1967), talking about the Khmerian War's spill over to Vietnam and subsequent american intervention.
"What really is there to you, Britain? You have no creatures native only to your soil to be your emblem, and your greed would wipe out all the greatest ones that could have been. For most of history you have only had a bunch of stones and big dirtpiles as great monuments. Your own island's size can barely fill your own neighbour's territory. Even the grandest castles and factories in your later history you champion are not even the grandest architectural creations on the continent. It was only in the last 200 years, a mere sliver of time did you finally rise to prominence, and beforehand, only a few others cosidered you even worth invading or trading with, and only because of happenstance beyond your control. You scoff at all the other nations you conquer, but you were nothing but most of you are descended from a kind of child-killing Pagan you'd despise. You but a mere pit in the earth, and here you are filling it with everyone else's stuff, you stole, because your own cultural achievements are so small, and that makes you jealous of others. Really, that's all there is to you Brits. Beneath the regality of your monarchy and class system and all your colonies, you are little theiving rats who would otherwise be wiped out and forgotten."
