April 15, 1912. Esquimalt, Canada.
As much as he tried, Commander Walter Hose could not stop himself from intermittently pacing across his office. The planned meeting with Rear Admiral Kingsmill was already lagging behind by over 10 minutes, further compounding the apprehension gnawing at him. Kingsmill and himself had a very positive personal and professional relationship but with what he was about to propose this afternoon, Hose feared the old salt might not react kindly to his suggestions.
He turned to one of the many bookshelves within the office, swiping a long trail with his finger through the thin layer of dust. It had not been particularly long since Hose had been formally admitted into the Royal Canadian Navy, only about 10 months ago. A busy period it had been, not even enough time for a good dusting.
Captain J. D. D. Stewart seemed to have had enough with the budget cuts, government ineptitude and personnel drain associated with the RCN and resigned his command of
Rainbow, returning to Britain. This was rather fortunate for himself due to the fact that as far back as 1909 when the RCN was just an idea, he had the foresight to contact Kingsmill regarding officer positions in the new navy. There was not exactly a problem with his service in the Royal Navy as his last posting had been as the executive officer aboard the armored cruiser
HMS Cochrane but promotions were still sparse. Being a lieutenant for 11 years did not exactly inspire hope in any serious future and a new service like the RCN would require officers, so in theory being much easier to climb the ranks.
While he had originally transferred as the replacement Captain for
Rainbow as one of the Royal Navy’s loaned personnel, this position was solidified in January when his permanent RCN transfer went through. What he had not expected was a dual command of both
Rainbow and the Esquimalt Dockyard itself. It was not particularly surprising given the growing pains of the RCN, the recent budget cuts by the new administration had taken the wind out of quite a few sails and the Royal Navy volunteers were slowly heading home. Something had to be done about this lack of manpower, if this trend continued the Navy would effectively cease to be even an effective training force, let alone one with any combat capacity.
A series of low knocks sounded from the door, followed by Hose’s secretary poking his youthful face through the frame.
“Admiral Kingsmill is here to see you sir, would you like me to send him in?”
Hose nodded, “Yes please, bring along tea as well.”
There was not even a few seconds to solidify his thoughts before he heard the measured trouncing of Admiralty issue boots on the hallway boards.
A white peaked cap pushed its way through the door first, followed closely behind by familiar bearded face, its once dark hair stained with splotches of white.
“Good afternoon Commander, may I take a seat?”
“Please.” Hose gestured, “The tea should be arriving shortly.”
The discussion began with the expected exchanging of pleasantries, slowly moving into local news, occurrences, and the general day to day activities around their respective bases. Hose gingerly recounted when a local boy had made it his afternoon to follow one of the gate guards in his rounds, holding a stick in place of his opposites rifle. Kingsmill replied with a story about a how he had asked a cadet how fit for service he was, only for the cadet to tell him he could swim the Welland Canal in 90 seconds. Their good-natured conversation continued far longer than the tea lasted and eventually, the two officers decided to make their way out into the dockyard for some fresh air.
As the officers made their way through the largely mothballed dockyard and took in the atmosphere of the Victorian era base, the conversation turned the way Hose had predicted.
“It is truly a shame to see the facilities in such a state,” said Kingsmill. “Less than a decade of neglect and we are left with this.”
The Admiral was not particularly wrong. The handing over of the base itself was a slow and arduous process which neither party had been willing to rush, resulting in the majority of the dock besides the heavily used piers, work shops and coaling stations being simply left to rot. Even when the Canadian government had taken over, the Fisheries Protection Service did not allocate substantial resources to upkeep nor did they utilize anything more than a small portion of the facilities. When the Canadian Navy had taken over, there was only so much they could do in regard to utilizing the facilities. There was plenty of training to do but with only a single small cruiser to reliably service, not much could be done.
Hose snugged his cap tighter onto his head, “Indeed, we are lucky to have the required personnel to man
Rainbow, let alone keep the dockyard in acceptable condition. How fares
Niobe and Halifax?”
“Somewhat better due to the activity compared to poor old Esquimalt but not particularly well. I had hoped to return
Niobe to service however between her condition, our budget and the rate we are losing men of all ranks, we would be hard pressed to see her return.”
Kingsmill tugged at his beard slightly before continuing, “The attrition rate of the crews is my main concern. We can always make do as long as the ships are seaworthy but with all of the Prime Ministers talk of disbanding the navy, losing Captain Stewart is the least of our concerns. The morale within the loaned personnel is rather grim, it is starting to penetrate through into the gunroom at this point and I do not believe we will retain many of them for the original 4-year period. That is not even beginning to address the situation regarding domestic men.”
Hose’s thoughts began to race, Kingsmill himself had set the stage and it was time to strike, now or never.
“Sir, I have an idea about how to potentially lessen the blow of losing all of these personnel.”
“Please continue.” Kingsmill replied with a small grin.
Attempting to hide his hard gulp, Hose resumed, “I had been contemplating this issue for some time now but the Naval Service Act itself had the answer I was looking for. Alongside granting the navy it’s regular force, the act also provides the framework for both a reserve force and a volunteer force. Neither of these are currently in place at the moment and I believe that with the proper guidance, reservists and even volunteers could be used as an extremely valuable basin in which to draw personnel from. I have seen firsthand during my tenure in Newfoundland as Gunnery Lieutenant aboard
HMS Charybdis how valuable these reservists can be.”
Hose felt his confidence return as he continued, “Although I am not just suggesting naval reserves placed for example in Halifax and Vancouver. I believe that one of the most vital issues facing the navy as of now is the lack of public support. The people of a city such as Halifax are more than appreciable in regard to the navy and life at sea but what of the western areas? If the navy can spread it’s presence into various large towns and cities throughout the country as a whole, we can work the service into the hearts and minds of the people. Not just recruiting personnel but building good will for this sorely deserving service.”
Kingsmill stopped dead in his tracks, throwing off Hose for a split second as he turned on his heel to await the Admirals response.
“I have to say, you have brought forward some valuable foresight but my dear Hose, you don’t understand, it can’t be done. Prime Minister Borden has cut our budget to the point where we are going to soon run headfirst into operational difficulties. With the new administrations distain for the navy, asking them to expand the force and spend more money does not seem particularly permissible.”
The old salt placed a hand on Hose's shoulder, “This is a difficult time for all of us Commander, our best strategy of survival is to keep our heads under cover and wait out the storm.”
“Enough of this doom and gloom talk.” Kingsmill cracked his stony face with a grin, “A forward thinker like you needs a bit more tea and we’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Hose weakly replied with a smile of his own, “I am certain the crew of
Rainbow would be more than happy to host their flag officer aboard for a cup.”
As they continued their walk towards a new destination, Hose grimaced. This result was expected, potentially it even went better than he had hoped but still, this service would not survive by keeping it’s head in the dirt and praying for it’s life. Even if the government itself had a vendetta against the navy, if they could capture the collective attention of the people only just a small amount, it could be the very lifeline the navy needs in the very near future. This wouldn’t be the end of this idea, it was only the beginning.
Esquimalt dockyard deep into the winter, even the cold isn't an excuse for the various guards and personnel operating within the base.