The Aftermath: Part One
26th March 1915, Cabinet
After talking about recognising King Andrew I of Greece, Asquith yields to Kitchener.
'Thank you Prime Minister,' said Kitchener holding the letter from Field Marshal Hamilton, 'I have received word. As of now, the Allies have begun their march out of the Dardanelles. There will be 40,000 men left to guard the entrance, until when we can ferry ships through to Constantinople. A total of 55,000 Greeks, 40,000 French and 90,000 British troops have left for Constantinople - '
' - Yes, gentlemen! That is what I call a job well done!' shouted Churchill, slurping through his coffee and biscuits.
'May I continue?' Kitchener said, grating his teeth -
' - You may - '
' - Winston, do not presume that you have the right of reply.' said Asquith, before looking to Kitchener to continue. Nodding, Churchill let his fellow man speak.
'As of now, minesweepers are working around the clock to clear the way. They have lost two ships, but we are halfway through the mines. Greece has already started supplying ammunition. We are also committing another 35,000 men to the front, to replace the crippled and the dead - '
' - How many dead?' Asquith asked, not looking at Kitchener himself. Seeing the eyes stare at him, Churchill gave a devilish grin.
'I'm sorry - '
' - How many did die, Kitchener?' Asquith asked, calm but blunt.
'So far, the dead have gone upwards of sixty thousand. The Turks have no recorded death toll, Prime Minister.' Kitchener said, looking Asquith dead in the eye.
As Kitchener finished his report, Asquith and Churchill stared one another down. Instead of outlasting the First Lord of the Admiralty, Asquith closed his eyes and started laughing. At first a light chuckle, it developed into something morbid, something at the end of a journey. That everything done to go one way has all come for naught.
For once in his life, Churchill was afraid to be in the sight of a laughing maniac. Of course, he would never say that out loud.
Looking up, he had every man in the room by the eyes. 'I thank you all. Secretary Kitchener, First Lord Churchill and Chancellor Lloyd George! Thanks to you, sixty thousand men are now dead on Turkish shores and I am right once again! I should have opposed this plan further! I should have done something to stop you - '
' - You are right about that,' Churchill interrupted, 'you should have done something. Anything would have been nice. But instead we got a quivering sod of a man who was one biscuit short of a high tea. You did nothing to help the army, we should have gone to war to back France and Russia. But what did we do? We were trying to quibble our place in the world, saying we were and we were not at war. And here now, you did the exact same thing for Lord Northcote and The Daily Telegraph. Wobbling your way through the interviews, talking about secret "misgivings" about certain people as if I didn't notice. Lloyd George and Kitchener and I have made more of an effort in these few months than what you have done for this entire war - '
Slamming the table, Asquith pulled himself up. ' - I will have you for this, you ungrateful cad. I'll make sure the word "Cabinet" and "Minister" are as foreign to your words as "Ayuda, ayuda, estoy siendo reprimido".' Asquith said, as he sat -
' - "help, help, I'm being represssed". I must congratulate you on being honest with me for the first time in ages - '
' - Get out! Get out the three of you - '
Standing up to the Prime Minister, Kitchener snarled at him. 'I will not suffer for you at all. I will make sure that the war is being prosecuted, unlike you. I am sorry, Prime Minister, but I have lost your confidence - '
Standing up, Edward Grey wanted to chime in. ' - You cannot do that. A Field Marshal like you cannot interfere in the affairs of the - '
' - politics? Mr Grey, a few seconds ago, Asquith prepared to expel me from the Cabinet on the dubious grounds of supporting the fight that he cannot - '
' - Mr Kitchener, you need to restrain yourself!' John Simon, the Attorney General shouted.
'Says the man that is suddenly shouting!' Churchill shouted, sneaking a small laugh there.
'Don't you enjoy this, Churchill - '
' - Or what? You're going to order an injection against me? Litigation - '
As Churchill tried to snark, the whole room was flown into chaos. Lloyd George-ists and Asquith loyalists were insulting one another as the Prime Minister joined in the act.
Only one man remained calm and quiet.
Lloyd George himself.
Taking a small breath, he took his glass, walked to the drinks trolley and poured some gin. Looking at the chaos, he swirled the drink before making one of political history's controversial moments.
After talking about recognising King Andrew I of Greece, Asquith yields to Kitchener.
'Thank you Prime Minister,' said Kitchener holding the letter from Field Marshal Hamilton, 'I have received word. As of now, the Allies have begun their march out of the Dardanelles. There will be 40,000 men left to guard the entrance, until when we can ferry ships through to Constantinople. A total of 55,000 Greeks, 40,000 French and 90,000 British troops have left for Constantinople - '
' - Yes, gentlemen! That is what I call a job well done!' shouted Churchill, slurping through his coffee and biscuits.
'May I continue?' Kitchener said, grating his teeth -
' - You may - '
' - Winston, do not presume that you have the right of reply.' said Asquith, before looking to Kitchener to continue. Nodding, Churchill let his fellow man speak.
'As of now, minesweepers are working around the clock to clear the way. They have lost two ships, but we are halfway through the mines. Greece has already started supplying ammunition. We are also committing another 35,000 men to the front, to replace the crippled and the dead - '
' - How many dead?' Asquith asked, not looking at Kitchener himself. Seeing the eyes stare at him, Churchill gave a devilish grin.
'I'm sorry - '
' - How many did die, Kitchener?' Asquith asked, calm but blunt.
'So far, the dead have gone upwards of sixty thousand. The Turks have no recorded death toll, Prime Minister.' Kitchener said, looking Asquith dead in the eye.
As Kitchener finished his report, Asquith and Churchill stared one another down. Instead of outlasting the First Lord of the Admiralty, Asquith closed his eyes and started laughing. At first a light chuckle, it developed into something morbid, something at the end of a journey. That everything done to go one way has all come for naught.
For once in his life, Churchill was afraid to be in the sight of a laughing maniac. Of course, he would never say that out loud.
Looking up, he had every man in the room by the eyes. 'I thank you all. Secretary Kitchener, First Lord Churchill and Chancellor Lloyd George! Thanks to you, sixty thousand men are now dead on Turkish shores and I am right once again! I should have opposed this plan further! I should have done something to stop you - '
' - You are right about that,' Churchill interrupted, 'you should have done something. Anything would have been nice. But instead we got a quivering sod of a man who was one biscuit short of a high tea. You did nothing to help the army, we should have gone to war to back France and Russia. But what did we do? We were trying to quibble our place in the world, saying we were and we were not at war. And here now, you did the exact same thing for Lord Northcote and The Daily Telegraph. Wobbling your way through the interviews, talking about secret "misgivings" about certain people as if I didn't notice. Lloyd George and Kitchener and I have made more of an effort in these few months than what you have done for this entire war - '
Slamming the table, Asquith pulled himself up. ' - I will have you for this, you ungrateful cad. I'll make sure the word "Cabinet" and "Minister" are as foreign to your words as "Ayuda, ayuda, estoy siendo reprimido".' Asquith said, as he sat -
' - "help, help, I'm being represssed". I must congratulate you on being honest with me for the first time in ages - '
' - Get out! Get out the three of you - '
Standing up to the Prime Minister, Kitchener snarled at him. 'I will not suffer for you at all. I will make sure that the war is being prosecuted, unlike you. I am sorry, Prime Minister, but I have lost your confidence - '
Standing up, Edward Grey wanted to chime in. ' - You cannot do that. A Field Marshal like you cannot interfere in the affairs of the - '
' - politics? Mr Grey, a few seconds ago, Asquith prepared to expel me from the Cabinet on the dubious grounds of supporting the fight that he cannot - '
' - Mr Kitchener, you need to restrain yourself!' John Simon, the Attorney General shouted.
'Says the man that is suddenly shouting!' Churchill shouted, sneaking a small laugh there.
'Don't you enjoy this, Churchill - '
' - Or what? You're going to order an injection against me? Litigation - '
As Churchill tried to snark, the whole room was flown into chaos. Lloyd George-ists and Asquith loyalists were insulting one another as the Prime Minister joined in the act.
Only one man remained calm and quiet.
Lloyd George himself.
Taking a small breath, he took his glass, walked to the drinks trolley and poured some gin. Looking at the chaos, he swirled the drink before making one of political history's controversial moments.