The Drama Of Three Hundred & Sixty-Five Days: Scenes In The Great WarCaine, Hall, Sir
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The Drama Of Three Hundred & Sixty-Five Days: Scenes In The Great War
Caine, Hall, Sir
World War, 1914-1918
And then, after a general burst of derisive laughter, came a bitter
attack on British journalism (“The scaremongering of that paper is
doing more than anything in the world to make war between Germany and
England”), a still fiercer and more bitter assault on our Lords of the
Admiralty, who had lately proposed a year’s truce in the building of
battleships (“Tell your Mr. Churchill to mind his own business, and
we’ll mind ours”), and, finally, a passionate protest that Germany’s
object in increasing her navy was not to enlarge her empire, but
merely to keep the seas open to her trade. “Why,” said one of the men,
“nine-tenths of my own business is with London, and if England could
shut up our ships I should be a ruined man in a month.” “Quite so,” said
another, “and so far as German people go that’s the beginning and end of
the whole matter.”
WE BELIEVED IT
We believed it. I am compelled to count myself among the number of my
countrymen who through many years believed that story--that the accident
of Germany’s disadvantageous geographical position, not her desire to
break British supremacy on the sea, made it necessary for her to enlarge
her navy. I did my best to believe it when I had to sail through the
Kiel Canal in a steamer from Lubeck to Copenhagen, which was forced to
shoulder her way through an ever-increasing swarm of German battleships.
I did my best to believe it when I had to sail under the threatening
fortresses of Heligoland which stood anchored out at the mouth of the
Bight like a mastiff at the end of his chain snarling at the sea. I did
my best to believe it when I had to travel to Cologne by night, and the
darkened railway carriages were lit up by fierce flashes from gigantic
furnaces which were making mountains of munitions for the evil day when
frail man would have to face the murderous slaughter of machine-guns.
I did my best to believe it even in Berlin when German friends of the
scholastic classes accounted for their tolerance of conscription and
of the tyranny of clanking soldiery in the streets, the cafés, and the
hotels on the ground of disciplinary usefulness rather than military
necessity.
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