The Raid of Dover: A Romance of the Reign of Woman, A.D. 1940Ford, Douglas Morey
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The Raid of Dover: A Romance of the Reign of Woman, A.D. 1940
Ford, Douglas Morey
Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Socialism -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- Great Britain -- Fiction
We fought, yes; when it came to the critical hour, we fought for dear
life and liberty--fought hard, fought desperately, but under conditions
that made comparative defeat inevitable. And the fight was for unequal
stakes. To us it was an issue of life or death. To our foes it was
an affair of wounds that would heal. The law of nations, the law of
humanity, itself counted for nothing in that deadly and colossal
struggle. Our merchant ships were sent to the bottom, crews and all.
No advantage of strength or numbers served to inspire magnanimity. It
was a fight, bloody, desperate, and remorseless for the sovereignty of
the seas, a fight to the bitter end. And it was over, for all practical
purposes, in a week. The British Government did not dare to maintain
the struggle any longer. The Navy would have fought on till victory
had been attained or every British warship had been sunk or disabled.
The spirit of the service did credit to both officers and men, for
much had been feared from disaffection. Socialism had crept into the
fleet. Political cheapjacks with their leaflets and promises had sown
discord between officers and men, and here and there had been clear
indications of a mutinous spirit. But when it came to the pinch, one
and all--officers, seamen, and stokers--had manfully done their duty.
Where they were victorious, they were humane. When they were beaten,
they faced the fortune of war, and death itself, with firmness and
discipline. But all in vain as regards the general result. England's
rulers for the time being, alarmed at the accumulating signs of a
crumbling empire, daunted by the popular disturbances that broke out
in London and the provinces, made all haste to negotiate such terms of
peace, and agreed to such an indemnity that the dust of Nelson, and
of Pitt, may well have shivered in their graves. Peace, peace at any
price! was the cry. Peace now, lest a worse thing happen through a
continuance of the struggle. Germany, however, would not have stayed
her hand, and England would have become a conscript province, but for
the daring feat of a little band of Englishmen. Six of them, in the
best equipped air-ship that money could buy, by means of bombs almost
entirely destroyed the enormous works of Messrs. Krupp at Essen. By
this means Germany's resources were so gravely prejudiced that it
suited her to stay her hand for the time being. Out of this act of
retaliation sprang the famous Air-Ship Convention, of which the outcome
will appear presently.
During these dire events the women had votes, and many of them had
seats in Parliament. Their sex was dominant. They heard the cry of
the children. The men heard the lamentations of the women, and were
unmanned.
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