Epistolary fiction; Tramp shipping -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
“That’s just what I wanted to make you say, skipper. I make every
allowance. I admit that the German fleet would be destroyed. But would
that diminish by one the number of their submarines? Would their mines,
batteries, or torpedoes hinder us any the less from approaching their
coast? Should we have one more merchant vessel on the sea or one less
sunk?”
“Yes, yes; but as long as they have big ships we must have others to
match.”
“I don’t agree with you. It would be sufficient for us to have hundreds
of submarines in order to keep them from getting out and to hunt them
down, as they do us.”
“But then their battleships would sink our cargoes?”
“Where have you seen battleships and battlecruisers becoming commerce
destroyers? They are too easily damaged and they can’t take coal enough
to keep at sea for long. Only light boats or submarines can destroy
commerce.”
“Well, what are you driving at?”
“This: that the big ships are of no use any more except to make us
spend billions in a few hours without any one being the better or the
worse. That seems clear as day to me. Whereas a good submarine costing
two million francs, which would carry six or eight torpedoes, and
would have guns, could sink her eight or ten cargo-ships a month with
a little luck. Even if the submarine is lost, it has done its work,
because twenty or thirty thousand tons of wheat, coal, steel, or rubber
are at the bottom of the sea. That’s what annoys the enemy! It would
make less noise in the newspapers, but it’s the real work of the war.
In this war the victory will fall to the one who can do the most damage
to the other in the shortest time. It’s always like that and I can’t
think why we haven’t seen it this time.”
I should never end if I told you all their discussions on this subject.
There is something in it--the question is worth discussing, and I
wish you would tell me what you think about it. Maybe you, who are on
a Dreadnought, think it thundering cheek of me to write you things
running down your show; but you and I don’t need to be polite to each
other. Honestly, I expect an answer.
NAPLES,
_September 23._
DEAR OLD MAN,
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