A New Hope
May 18, 1940.
General Gamelin surveyed the map in front of him. All around him, the feeling of defeat felt to be seeping through his headquarters. In just eight short days the Germans had obliterated the Netherlands and rammed hundreds of thousands of troops through the Ardennes, with the Allied line entirely in tatters. The German armored spearhead had cut through his Somme defenses like a hot knife through butter, and the relentless advance of German armor seemed unstoppable. But hope lingered. In between the German infantry and their armor was a gap in the German lines. German armor had long since crossed the Somme, but his forces in Arras had reorganized and were ready for offensive operations. From the way it looked, if his forces could cut off and trap the German spearhead along the Somme, perhaps maybe there was hope for the Third Republic yet. A knock on his office door disrupted his thinking. A messenger stood at the door, holding a envelope. It wasn’t classified, and that strangely worried him. A notice from Edouard Daladier informed him that he was to be relieved of his position. Gamelin was furious. He believed that’s only he could prevent this collapse, and he realized he would have to make calls. He knew that although the military still struggled to make phone calls, the civilian government had plenty of phone lines. Calling Daladier, he was surprised to hear he actually picked up, or at least, the secretary passed him to Daladier. After half an hour of arguing and begging, Gamelin finally budged Daladier, promising that his offensive that he has planned can save France, and to give him just time for one more offensive to give the Republic a fighting chance.
General Gamelin surveyed the map in front of him. All around him, the feeling of defeat felt to be seeping through his headquarters. In just eight short days the Germans had obliterated the Netherlands and rammed hundreds of thousands of troops through the Ardennes, with the Allied line entirely in tatters. The German armored spearhead had cut through his Somme defenses like a hot knife through butter, and the relentless advance of German armor seemed unstoppable. But hope lingered. In between the German infantry and their armor was a gap in the German lines. German armor had long since crossed the Somme, but his forces in Arras had reorganized and were ready for offensive operations. From the way it looked, if his forces could cut off and trap the German spearhead along the Somme, perhaps maybe there was hope for the Third Republic yet. A knock on his office door disrupted his thinking. A messenger stood at the door, holding a envelope. It wasn’t classified, and that strangely worried him. A notice from Edouard Daladier informed him that he was to be relieved of his position. Gamelin was furious. He believed that’s only he could prevent this collapse, and he realized he would have to make calls. He knew that although the military still struggled to make phone calls, the civilian government had plenty of phone lines. Calling Daladier, he was surprised to hear he actually picked up, or at least, the secretary passed him to Daladier. After half an hour of arguing and begging, Gamelin finally budged Daladier, promising that his offensive that he has planned can save France, and to give him just time for one more offensive to give the Republic a fighting chance.