The Last Million: How They Invaded France—and England — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Last Million: How They Invaded France—and England
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“… Yes, Your Imperial Highness, your consummate generalship at Verdun
undoubtedly achieved an historic victory over the French; but you will
forgive me for pointing out that your casualties were at least twice as
numerous as theirs, and that the ground which you captured has since been
regained.… _Submarines_? My good Von Capelle, your submarines are as
obsolete as our late lamented friend Von Tirpitz. _Justify my statement?_
In a moment.… Yes, Majesty, the British Army failed utterly to break our
line at the Somme, but they and the French took seventy thousand of our
best troops prisoner, and we had to execute a ‘strategic’ retirement
which lost us about a thousand square miles of French soil. Not much of
a performance for the German Army—the _German Army_—to put up against a
mob of half-trained mercenaries! We managed to delude our people into the
belief that we had scored a great military triumph in so doing, but the
German nation, excellent though their discipline is, are not likely to
go on swallowing that stuff forever. _You_ know that, better than most,
Hertling! Bethmann-Hollweg knew it too: he was no match for Liebknecht,
although he did lock him up.…
“And what of the situation since the Somme? Haig is within ten miles
of Ostend, and has captured practically the whole of the Paschendaele
Ridge.… _The Eastern Front?_ Nothing matters in this war except the
_Western_ Front. What are we going to do about that?… _Your Majesty
will assume supreme command?_ Splendid!… _And break the Western Front?_
Colossal! That was just what I was about to suggest. Now for the plan of
campaign, which I do not doubt Your Majesty has already sketched out.…
Perhaps Your Majesty will permit Hindenburg and myself to remain here a
few moments longer, while you unfold it? We need not detain His Imperial
Highness the Crown Prince. He is the man of Action: his task will come
later. (_For Heaven’s sake, Von Hertling, get him out of here, or our two
military geniuses will be at loggerheads in five minutes!_)