SMS Goeben August 8 1914
Konteradmiral Souchon was looking at the message that had come his counterpart in the Austro-Hungarian Navy, Admiral Haus. It seems that Haus was investigating smoke over the horizon that was about 110 kilometers away from his location. Putting the message into his pocket, Souchon when to the map table and looked at it. In his mind he started to draw lines and doing math to figure out where the two would meet. His choice could change the course of the war and he knew it. He knew the British were still neutral at the moment but they were looking for him just like the French were. If it was the British things might go bad and bring the British into the war. However if it was the French, between him and Haus he could possibly trap and destroy a French squadron.
During to Captain Richard Ackermann the commanding officer of the Goeben, “Richard bring us to a new course. All head Flank.” Souchon pointed it out to Ackermann on the map table. The risk was high Souchon knew, but the reward was also high as well. It was go big or go home for Souchon.
French Battleship Suffren
Contre-Amiral Guepratte knew he was in deep shit at the moment. He had made out the ensign on the ships that were chasing him, it was the Naval Ensign of the Austro-Hungarian Navy. They were slowly chasing his squadron down. They were the quicker of the two. If he had to make a guess they were doing at least 20 knots. This was faster than what his squadron could do. His flagship the Suffren was the slowest of the three battleships and could only reach 17 knots. Her engines weren’t designed to maintain that speed either. In a few hours he would be forced to slow her even more or risk destroying his flagship himself.
At the moment through he was still doing fairly well. The Austro-Hungarians hadn’t closed the distance enough to open fire. Besides no one had ever tried to fire at these speeds before either. So he was hoping his luck would hold and the Austro-Hungarians would hold their fire as well. He knew the other French Squadron which was taking part of the hunt for the Goeben was steaming to aid him but they were still three hours away.
Then one of the lookouts on the bridge scream out, “Smoke off the port bow!”
Guepratte looked where the smoke was coming from. He tried to remain calm but failed, “Oh, Merde!” He knew the squadron based around half of the Danton Class were no were close enough to the point he could be making out their smoke yet. He also knew of the British general locations in the area and knew they shouldn’t be coming from that direction. That could mean only one thing they had found the Goeben.
HMS Defence
Rear Admiral Sir Ernest Troubridge stood on the bridge of his flagship. He was in command of the British Cruiser Squadron in the Mediterranean Fleet. Like the rest of the British Mediterranean Fleet he was hunting for the German Mittelmeer-Division of the Imperial German Navy. His orders were to follow them but not to engage them as the British were not yet in this war. Troubridge knew however to engage the Goeben with his squadron it would be the same as pulling his service revolver out and putting it to his head and pulling the trigger. He had seen naval combat during the Russo-Japanese War and knew what modern naval ordnance could do, so he was more than willing to follow those orders to the letter.
When HMS Dublin had spotted the Goeben pulling into Messina on the 5th Admiral Milne reorganized his search for the Germans. Milne moved his battlecruisers into the Tyrrhenian Sea to cover what was seen as the smart money with the Goeben and Breslau breaking for the Straits of Gibraltar and open water. Milne had order Troubridge to take his squadron into the Ionian Sea to cover a possible break to the south to either Pola or Constantinople.
Then one of his look outs called out, “Smoke sir!”
Seeing the smoke with the Quartermaster’s glass Troubridge spoke up, “Make for the smoke. All head flank.”
French Battleship Suffren
Contre-Amiral Guepratte knew this was most likely the end, but he wasn’t going quietly into the night. He was watching as his destroyers were turning about and attacking the Austro Hungarians. He was taking his battleships straight for the Goeben. He knew that he didn’t have a chance in hell of making out of this with his ships still above the water but at least he could make them bleed. Just as the Austro Hungarian destroyers and his own were mixing it up one of the look outs called out, “Smoke of the fantail!”
Guepratte first thought was, ‘What now?’ However he watched the destroyers mixing it up at the time being. It was odd to think such small craft could be so deadly but their torpedoes could bring down the Austro Hungarian Battleships if one of them hit in the right place. However the Austro Hungarians outnumbered his own destroyers by a margin of three to one. The Austro Hungarian destroyers also had larger guns and were faster. The destroyers of Austro Hungarian fleet were working together in groups and breaking up his torpedo attack.
It was all over in 15 minutes, and all four of his destroyers were either dead in the water or sinking. But it hadn’t been all one sided. Two of the Austro Hungarian destroyers had crashed into each other during the battle and were now sinking themselves. It looked like three others were limping along. But his destroyers had been lost. Then the same lookout who called out the third smoke column called out again, “Sir it’s the British behind us!”
SMS Viribus Unitis
Admiral Haus put down the quartermaster’s glass as saw the British Naval Ensign on this new group of ships. He knew his orders. “Captain, signal the fleet. We are to break off the chase of the French. We are to make best possible speed to Pola. Let Souchon know as well.”
SMS Goeben
Souchon watched as the French ships were withdrawing behind the British cruisers. The French were using the British as a shield. Smart was Souchon’s thought on the matter. He had no wish to bring the British into the war against Germany so he had given the order to retire with the Austro Hungarian Fleet and was currently trying to get into formation with his allies as he was making his way to what would be his home base for the foreseeable future.