Japhy
Banned
Failed Miserably
A UK Political Timeline In A Week-ish
By An American Who Should Know Better
A UK Political Timeline In A Week-ish
By An American Who Should Know Better
"The war has ended - quite differently, indeed, from how we expected. Our politicians have failed us miserably." --- Kaiser Wilhelm II, Late September 1918.
Part I: Alone
On one level, continued British resistance after the spring of 1918 seemed strikingly uncharacteristic. It appeared to the casual observer to be the sort of autocratic, jingoistic, irrational, Custerite, “Damn the Torpedoes” that the made more sense to expect from the bombastic regimes of the Entente. In the end though it was not the authoritarian warlords of the houses of Bonaparte, Hohenzollern, and Hapsburg that continued the war, but the newly rechristened Windsors and and their centuries old democratic government. It was not something that seemed a fit in the land of the Glorious Revolution, Gladstone and Disraeli, and and the heart of the world economic system in the City of London.
But on another level, as the world would learn in the decades that followed, perhaps it was the inevitable reaction, and the most British. This was the Britain of Lionheart, a man so blinded in his quest for blood that he attempted to sell his kingdom to the Holy Roman Empire to fund his crusades in the Holy Land and France. Stripped of One Nation reforms to be One Nation at war it had found the old characteristics that had allowed it to send armies and fleets time and again to be decimated in not one but two Hundred Years’ Wars regardless of the cost in men or gold. It was the Britain of Waterloo, and of Peterloo. The world had forgotten in the soft days of the Belle Epoque what Britain was capable of, that they were the nation that could conquer millions subcontinent, and murder thousands upon thousands while crushing its rebels in 1857, or could burn down the Summer Palace, or concentrate the civilians of the Boer Republic.
They were of course, also the nation that had been willing to ignore all the sins of Black Hundreds-Czarist Russia to create the alliance that had helped helped lead Europe to this war in the first place, so perhaps the casual observers should have expected more than they did.
The Royal Navy had been gutted in the past four years. From Otranto to Karmøy, the Battlecruisers of the Fleet had died bravely, and uselessly, parring Franco-German thrusts with wooden decks and young men led to the slaughter.
The British Armies in the Mediterranean were gone too. The Expeditionary Forces with the Turks and the Italians had both ended in disaster, though the surrender of 6 Divisions trapped by the collapse of the Cardona Line at the start of the Spring Campaign that year made the second dramatically worse.
By the time of the Italian Armistice on April 21st, revolution had shaken Russia to its core, brought about the collapse of the Eastern Front and saw the Czar flee to prison in Moscow for his life. Constantinople, whose fall had triggered the war was still in Bulgarian hands, as now was a large portion of Asia Minor. What was left of the British Armies was scattered, in Egypt and Arabia, under siege in Salonica, or the scattered small campaigns of Empire in Africa, India and Indochina.
Casual Observers were certain that the hard nosed Bankers and Aristocrats of Britain would have to see sense, that their cause was hopeless, and that peace was urgently needed. That continued war was nothing short of madness.
But then there was an argument to be made, though it was disproved by events, that the British decision to keep fighting wasn’t pure madness. The Portuguese entry into the war, and the clearing out of the last major German mobile forces in East Africa had freed up troops to be juggled back to Britain or to shore up things in Arabia and Egypt, while these forces had to go the long way round Africa, their eventual arrival would transform the situation in the Home Islands, as would new Conscript forces from India, Canada, and Australia.
While the Battlecruiser Fleets had been virtually wiped out, the remaining battleline were fully armored battleships. In augmentation of this, mass programs of destroyer, submarine, and torpedo boat construction had created a mass fleet which could continue to fight to control the North Sea, Home Waters, and Atlantic Convoy routes.
A newly independent Royal Air Force was nearly entirely concentrated in the Home Islands, while its commanders used ever more powerful engines and airframes to try and develop tactics to help crush landings from the air.
And besides the military forces deployments, and the victories in the far flung theaters of the global conflicts, there was hope emanating from the Government. Lord Kitchener, having skyrocketed to the Prime Ministership in the first eighteen months of the war oversaw a Government of all major parties, supported by varied forces from outside of the traditional Westminster system in the press and in the new political forces manifested by the National and Silver Badge Parties, as well as an ever increasing amount of government control and oversight in industry and agriculture.
And while Kitchener had united most of the nation, and those opponents of the war were ignored by the press and suppressed more and more by ever-new Defense of the Realm (Wartime Security) Acts, it was not just a unity in the face of Armageddon. The Three Kaiser’s Entente was a divided alliance with three egotist Autocrats and Four Governments at its core, every victory in fact had created ever more political troubles between Budapest, Vienna, Berlin and Paris. These divisions, further fanned by the propaganda gold that Germany’s mercurial Warlord, seemed not just to straw-grasping England but the world at large, as proof that inevitably Louis Napoleon IV or Franz Ferdinand would declare the victories already gained to be enough, and start the long hoped for peace conference.
As the disasters of spring 1918 gave way to the awkward quiet, interrupted only by bombing raids and siege news, of summer. The British became convinced that Peace with Honor, if not a victory of sorts was at hand. With the destruction of the inevitable invasion the Entente would shatter, Britain would secure gains and avenge the decade-old doom of its Splendid Isolation, and be in a position to recreate a balance of power in Europe. It is easy from our modern perspective to write this goal off as delusional but for the average Briton that year, “Alone” had become a watchword, and victory was close at hand down the road of stiff upper lips and just a few more months of belt tightening and black draped Newspapers.
Historians in the end would view what did occur as inevitable, as it served as confirmation to the predictions of laymen and casual observers. In most ways though, as they always were, these predictions were wrong, and could not imagine either how wrong they would be, or the world-changing chaos that would follow in ever quickening succession.
But on another level, as the world would learn in the decades that followed, perhaps it was the inevitable reaction, and the most British. This was the Britain of Lionheart, a man so blinded in his quest for blood that he attempted to sell his kingdom to the Holy Roman Empire to fund his crusades in the Holy Land and France. Stripped of One Nation reforms to be One Nation at war it had found the old characteristics that had allowed it to send armies and fleets time and again to be decimated in not one but two Hundred Years’ Wars regardless of the cost in men or gold. It was the Britain of Waterloo, and of Peterloo. The world had forgotten in the soft days of the Belle Epoque what Britain was capable of, that they were the nation that could conquer millions subcontinent, and murder thousands upon thousands while crushing its rebels in 1857, or could burn down the Summer Palace, or concentrate the civilians of the Boer Republic.
They were of course, also the nation that had been willing to ignore all the sins of Black Hundreds-Czarist Russia to create the alliance that had helped helped lead Europe to this war in the first place, so perhaps the casual observers should have expected more than they did.
The Royal Navy had been gutted in the past four years. From Otranto to Karmøy, the Battlecruisers of the Fleet had died bravely, and uselessly, parring Franco-German thrusts with wooden decks and young men led to the slaughter.
The British Armies in the Mediterranean were gone too. The Expeditionary Forces with the Turks and the Italians had both ended in disaster, though the surrender of 6 Divisions trapped by the collapse of the Cardona Line at the start of the Spring Campaign that year made the second dramatically worse.
By the time of the Italian Armistice on April 21st, revolution had shaken Russia to its core, brought about the collapse of the Eastern Front and saw the Czar flee to prison in Moscow for his life. Constantinople, whose fall had triggered the war was still in Bulgarian hands, as now was a large portion of Asia Minor. What was left of the British Armies was scattered, in Egypt and Arabia, under siege in Salonica, or the scattered small campaigns of Empire in Africa, India and Indochina.
Casual Observers were certain that the hard nosed Bankers and Aristocrats of Britain would have to see sense, that their cause was hopeless, and that peace was urgently needed. That continued war was nothing short of madness.
But then there was an argument to be made, though it was disproved by events, that the British decision to keep fighting wasn’t pure madness. The Portuguese entry into the war, and the clearing out of the last major German mobile forces in East Africa had freed up troops to be juggled back to Britain or to shore up things in Arabia and Egypt, while these forces had to go the long way round Africa, their eventual arrival would transform the situation in the Home Islands, as would new Conscript forces from India, Canada, and Australia.
While the Battlecruiser Fleets had been virtually wiped out, the remaining battleline were fully armored battleships. In augmentation of this, mass programs of destroyer, submarine, and torpedo boat construction had created a mass fleet which could continue to fight to control the North Sea, Home Waters, and Atlantic Convoy routes.
A newly independent Royal Air Force was nearly entirely concentrated in the Home Islands, while its commanders used ever more powerful engines and airframes to try and develop tactics to help crush landings from the air.
And besides the military forces deployments, and the victories in the far flung theaters of the global conflicts, there was hope emanating from the Government. Lord Kitchener, having skyrocketed to the Prime Ministership in the first eighteen months of the war oversaw a Government of all major parties, supported by varied forces from outside of the traditional Westminster system in the press and in the new political forces manifested by the National and Silver Badge Parties, as well as an ever increasing amount of government control and oversight in industry and agriculture.
And while Kitchener had united most of the nation, and those opponents of the war were ignored by the press and suppressed more and more by ever-new Defense of the Realm (Wartime Security) Acts, it was not just a unity in the face of Armageddon. The Three Kaiser’s Entente was a divided alliance with three egotist Autocrats and Four Governments at its core, every victory in fact had created ever more political troubles between Budapest, Vienna, Berlin and Paris. These divisions, further fanned by the propaganda gold that Germany’s mercurial Warlord, seemed not just to straw-grasping England but the world at large, as proof that inevitably Louis Napoleon IV or Franz Ferdinand would declare the victories already gained to be enough, and start the long hoped for peace conference.
As the disasters of spring 1918 gave way to the awkward quiet, interrupted only by bombing raids and siege news, of summer. The British became convinced that Peace with Honor, if not a victory of sorts was at hand. With the destruction of the inevitable invasion the Entente would shatter, Britain would secure gains and avenge the decade-old doom of its Splendid Isolation, and be in a position to recreate a balance of power in Europe. It is easy from our modern perspective to write this goal off as delusional but for the average Briton that year, “Alone” had become a watchword, and victory was close at hand down the road of stiff upper lips and just a few more months of belt tightening and black draped Newspapers.
Historians in the end would view what did occur as inevitable, as it served as confirmation to the predictions of laymen and casual observers. In most ways though, as they always were, these predictions were wrong, and could not imagine either how wrong they would be, or the world-changing chaos that would follow in ever quickening succession.
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