Memories, by Admiral of the Fleet, Lord FisherFisher, John Arbuthnot Fisher, Baron
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Memories, by Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Fisher
Fisher, John Arbuthnot Fisher, Baron
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Fisher, John Arbuthnot Fisher, Baron, 1841-1920; Great Britain. Royal Navy
On a classic occasion at Balmoral, when staying with King Edward,
I unfolded a plan, much to his delight (now that masts and sails
are extinct), of fusing the Army into the Navy--an “Army and Navy
co-operative society.” And my favourite illustration has always been
the magnificent help of our splendid soldiers at the Battle of Cape
St. Vincent, where a Sergeant of the 69th Regiment was the first to
board the Spanish three-decker, “San Josef,” and he turned then round
to help Lord Nelson, who, with his one arm, found it difficult to get
through the stern port of the “San Josef” again. In Lord Howe’s victory
two Regiments participated--the Queen’s Royal West Surrey Regiment
(formerly the 2nd Foot) and the Worcestershire Regiment (formerly the
29th and 36th Regiment). Let us hope that the Future will bring us back
to that good old practice! This was the occasion when I was so carried
away by the subject that I found myself shaking my fist in the King’s
face!
Lord Denbigh, in a lecture he gave at the Royal Colonial Institute,
related an incident which he quite correctly stated had hitherto been
a piece of diplomatic secret history, and it is how I got the Grand
Cordon of the Legion of Honour, associated with a lovely episode with
King Edward of blessed memory.
In 1906, at Madeira, the Germans first took an hotel; then they wanted
a Convalescent Home; and finally put forth the desire to establish
certain vested interests. They imperiously demanded certain concessions
from Portugal. The most significant of these amounted to a coaling
station isolated and fortified. The German Ambassador at Lisbon called
on the Portuguese Prime Minister at 10 o’clock one Saturday night and
said that if he didn’t get his answer by 10 o’clock the next night he
should leave. The Portuguese sent us a telegram. That night we ordered
the British Fleet to move. The next morning the German Ambassador told
the Portuguese Prime Minister that he had made a mistake in the cipher,
and he was awfully sorry but he wasn’t going; it was all his fault, he
said, and he had been reprimanded by his Government. (As if any German
had ever yet made a mistake with a telegram!)
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