English fiction -- 20th century; Sea stories, English; War stories, English; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
There was a day, now happily past, when the submarine scourge was
broadcast upon the seas; then the country turned for its salvation to
the Navy, upon which, under the good providence of God, it had grown
accustomed to rely in most of the crises of its history. Scientific
and mechanical appliances, on a scale adequate to meet and checkmate
the outrage of unrestricted submarine warfare, could not be produced
by pressing a button. With workshops and laboratories yielding their
output at highest pressure, the German submarine building yards were
gaining in the race. Every day brought its sickening tale of sinking
and burning and murder on the high seas, and in Whitehall offices men
studied statistics and columns of figures with faces ever growing
graver.
The irritable tension of those days is best forgotten now. Prices
rose, ships sank, and the Navy said not a word. It was "doing its
damnedest" in silence, according to its wont. And not even in
forecastle or Wardroom did men so much as whisper what was afoot.
To-day* the submarine remains merely as a stern corrective, curbing
waste and extravagance, bracing the nation's nerve. The ingenuity of
man is boundless, and science has not yet said her last word; human
courage and devoted valour alone seem to have reached a point there
is no transcending. It was these two factors which stemmed the flood
at the moment of supreme crisis; on these the veil is at last lifted,
and the tale now told in all simplicity and truth.
* Written in August, 1918.
The methods of the German submarine in its war against unarmed
shipping gradually settled down to a routine which varied but little
in the early phases of the conflict. It was the custom to attempt to
torpedo at sight, on the principle of the least said the soonest
mended. If the torpedo missed, as was not infrequently the case, the
submarine broke surface a mile or so away from the ship and fired a
shot across her bows. The merchantman had then two alternatives: to
take to his heels and try to escape, or to heave to and abandon ship.
In the latter case the submarine closed the derelict to within a few
hundred yards and summoned the boats alongside. At the muzzle of a
revolver the Captain was ordered into the submarine with his papers,
and the crew of his boat directed to row a party of German sailors,
bearing bombs, back to the ship. These worthies, having placed the
bombs in the ship's vitals and looted the officers' quarters,
returned to the submarine, propelled by the men they had robbed and
whose ship they were engaged in sinking. In due course the bombs
exploded and the ship disappeared. It was an economical method,
since bombs cost less than torpedoes, and the formality of looting
the ship helped to preserve its popularity.
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