Disaster in High Command V: Breaking Point
Perpetual misery was the order of the day, every day, in New Britain. Outnumbered and outled, the Canadian First Division was pressed on both sides the length of a narrow corridor stretching from Uvol to Mataburu. In the forested highlands in the middle of this corridor, the line of contact became quite broken and hazy, and the Japanese were able to move supplies and personnel between the eastern and western halves of their force with near impunity. With most of their naval support having withdrawn[1], it seemed as though the Force was doomed.
McNaughton did his best to describe the situation to Imperial command in every way short of admitting that his “secure corridor” was essentially cut in half. Lord Gort may have been willing to wait to see how things progressed had it not been for the influence of the Canadian Army’s representative to the British defence establishment in Singapore.
Brigadier Harry Cerar was in many ways quite like McNaughton. He was an engineer by passion, an artilleryman by trade, cautious, arguably more familiar with military theory than practice, politically savvy, and a careerist. However, he was a serious man with no patience for sycophants or “citizen soldiers”, and he had long since run out of patience for Mcnaughton’s mishandling of his army. He was at last well positioned to act on these principles, he’d studied under Lord Gort at Camberley and easily inserted himself into the British Chief of Staff’s circle. He also had something of a working relationship with the First Division’s GSO II, Guy Simonds, and through him gained additional insight into the operations on New Britain.
Convincing Gort that McNaughton was underperforming was easy enough. Convincing him that yanking McNaughton from his post in the middle of a battle would do more good than harm was another matter. It seemed that any resolution to the issues within Canada’s military leadership would have to wait until after the New Britain operation was concluded.
Then disaster struck.
On the 4th of August, the Japanese occupied the highlands in strength, and all efforts to evict them were repulsed. The Canadian position was divided into a pair of toe holds around Uvol in the south and Mataburu in the north. In desperation McNatughton unleashed artillery barrage after artillery barrage, but only succeeded in creating a cratered, muddy obstacle course between his positions and the enemy, frustrating efforts to penetrate the enemy line.
Tensions boiled over as annihilation loomed, enough for a close call to bring down the entire house of cards. The section of the perimeter around Uvol occupied by the 1st Battalion, 48th Highlanders of Canada was subject to a surprise shock action by Japanese infantry. The line held, but delays in getting artillery support made it a costly defense for the Highlanders. To their further disappointment, they then received orders to pursue their beaten foe and probe the enemy line. To the Highlanders’ credit, they did as asked and began filtering out of their prepared positions, at which point their artillery support finally arrived. It is incredibly fortunate that only twelve injuries were sustained when shells began falling within 100 feet of the Highlanders.[2] They refused to budge after that, and refused all further orders that day.
News of the Japanese breakthrough and Highlanders’ mutiny were a one-two blow that McNaughton wouldn’t recover from. Ottawa was cabled requesting McNaughton’s dismissal, which was secured by the tenth, as was Cerrar’s promotion to Chief of the General Staff.
The insert image from a MacLeans article on the Canadian Militia's new Chief of Staff.
This still left the tricky matter of the First Division’s deadly predicament. The brigade stranded in Mataburu seemed sure to be lost before reinforcements could arrive. Lord Gort lamented that the tanks of the Ontario regiment would surely be lost with it, when they could have been so effective in the hands of a spirited commander.
As a long time resident of the Military College of Canada, Henry Cerrar was quite familiar with many of the personalities in the Canadian Militia, and he knew exactly who to slot into the leadership role in Mataburu. He knew quite well of a certain swashbuckling mercenary turned tank enthusiast who fit the bill to a T.
Relief on the Way: The Royal Marines Division
While the Canadians toiled away in misery, their relief at long last departed Jamaica: the 63rd Division, Royal Marines.
The Royal Marines Division deliberately harkened back to the 63rd Royal Naval Division of the Great War.
While many may look back and be perplexed as to why a rapid reaction force like the Royal Marines took so long to get to the fight, it must be remembered that of all the armed services of Britain they had been hit the worst by post-Great War spending cuts. As previously mentioned, their artillery arm had been abandoned entirely, and proposals to establish a standing brigade size force were shot down in the 20s.
It is also worth remembering the specific circumstances that had allowed the Royal Navy Division to be assembled so quickly in 1914. The Great War fundamentally didn’t see all that much naval action, which meant that many marine detachments and Royal Naval Reserve personnel could be quickly pooled into a ground combat unit with little consequence. The Anglo-Japanese War was very much a naval war, and the largest navy on the planet needed all the seamen it could get.
The original plan for the Royal Marine Division had called for three light infantry brigades, each with organic artillery and motorcycle-borne reconnaissance. Training with the Canadians proved particularly useful as the Canadian’s mastery-borne-of-institutional-fixation over artillery helped bring the Royal Marines Artillery back from the dead, and the Canadian Militia had also experimented with motorizing via motorcycles. This, however, led to the Marines’ progress plateauing once the Canadians departed for the Solomons.
Another thing that plateaued was recruitment. As previously mentioned, the Royal Navy was keen to make sure any naval prospect was aboard a ship. Naturally the army soaked up most of those willing to become infantrymen. Had the original plan for 2,000 man “light” brigades been kept this wouldn’t have been too much of an issue, but as reports from the Canadians made their way back to Jamaica, it quickly became apparent that Island hopping was slow and attritional in nature, rather than the sort of rapid movement the 63rd had been billed for. When approval was given for the brigades to be scaled up to a more proper 3,000 man fighting strength, Whitehall found that the required additional personnel simply weren’t forthcoming.
This left the 63rd with a troubling question with no correct answer: They could wait months longer for additional personnel, and potentially let the Canadians die on New Britain. Alternatively, they could go ahead with their original plan, and deal with the consequences of island hopping attrition when it came to it. The final option was to dissolve their third brigade, adding its battalions to the other two, and press on as a binary division. Based on his experience during the Zeebrugge Raid,[3] Major General Arthur Reginald Chater opted for the third option.
The 103rd RM Brigade was dissolved, with the 8th RM Battalion joining the 101st and the 7th RM Battalion joining the 102nd. With the dubious distinction of being the only (intentional) binary division in British service, the 63rd departed Jamaica on the 20th of July in high hopes that the Canadians would have secure and orderly landing sites for them upon their arrival in late August. Their time in transit was not as dramatic as that of the Canadians,[4] but their optimism turned to despair as new reports came in from the Canadians while the Royal marines were still much too far away to intervene in the events unfolding on New Britain.
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[1] Both capital ships withdrew first to Australia, and then moved to their new postings.
Ark Royal redeployed to Singapore, while
Canada and her coaler began the long voyage to England, stoping first at Bombay where her presence helped reestablish order in the city.
[2] most were still near enough their defences to dive back in when the battery opened fire.
[3] during which the 4th Battalion Royal Marines was badly mauled when their maneuver was detected and interdicted.
[4] Marine, you see, is an acronym: My Ass Really Is Naval Equipment. Naturally the RN’s sailors weren’t going to fight their equipment.
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