Admirals of the British Navy: Portraits in Colours with Introductory and Biographical Notes — John Shaqi
Admirals of the British Navy: Portraits in Colours with Introductory and Biographical Notes
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Admirals of the British Navy: Portraits in Colours with Introductory and Biographical Notes
Admirals -- Great Britain; World War, 1914-1918 -- Biography
Peace is a rust that tarnishes a Navy, and, as one studies these
portraits and these all too brief and bare biographies, one wonders
whether "the Nelson touch" is hereditary, and whether these clear-eyed,
strong-lipped admirals are all chips of the old block. One wonders, I
say, and yet one does not doubt, for at every meal we eat the proof of
the pudding. These admirals and their men have kept the faith and held
the sea against High Seas Fleet and mine and submarine. Not for many a
long day will all the wonders they have wrought be known or even
suspected. Few there be who are allowed to peep into the inner shrine of
admiralty. The higher secrets of sea-power are guarded and will be
guarded long after Britain shall have won this war.
Herein is the true explanation of these modest memoirs which tell so
little with all their camouflage of dates and decorations. Compared with
a British admiral, Tacitus was a loquacious and copious blabber and
babbler. If you interrogate him, he smiles and displays a long row of
ribbons or a festoon of foreign orders. "The Silent Navy" is silent
because it is not safe to talk or to be talked about, and also because
it is not in love with the gauds of publicity. I confess I like the
austere reticence of these dull and dreary lifelets of our great
admirals. It warns us that we must walk by faith and not by sight when,
like Peter, we take to the stormy waters.
There is, of course, the doubting Thomas, who is "hot for certainties"
in the sea affair. He whispers in my ear that there is in the higher
ranks a dearth of genius as compared with the lower ranks, and he tries
to support his theory by asserting that all the brilliant junior
officers must pass through a narrow bottle-neck before they become
captains, and that the captains, after ten or twelve years of that awful
solitude which is the captain's pride and peril, are apt to suffer from
the ossifying brain which rejects new ideas, from the crusted
conservatism which resists reform, from deskwork and paperwork, and from
all the ravages of the red tapeworm.
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