Germany would have been better off, it must be conceded, had Italy never entered the war. There are advantages in keeping one's flanks secured by belts of neutral countries. All Mussolini did was add the two huge Italian and Balkan peninsulas to our negative front. In the end, the decision was fought out on the classical battleground of Europe, the great northern plain between the Volga and the English Channel, where we fatally missed all the vast strength we dissipated southward.
The Mediterranean Strategy
Still, since the flame of war had despite us jumped south, some of our highest leaders, including Hermann Goering and Admiral Roeder, urged the Fuhrer early in 1941 to strike at England in the Mediterranean by seizing Gibraltar, North Africa, and the Suez Canal.
The British were helpless to stop such an attack in force; they were stretched too thin.
In this way we could have sealed the southern flank with the impenetrable Sahara Desert. The British sea lines to Africa and Asia would have been cut. The shock to the British morale and supply system might well have brought on the fall of Churchill, and the peace that both we and the British needpd.
Hitler was tempted. But when the Spanish dictator Franco treacherously refused to join us in attacking the British-after Germany had won his civil war for him-the Fuhrer lost interest. His heart was in the invasion of Russia. He acted however, with energy and dispatch as events confronted him in North Africa" Yugoslavia, and Greece, while the crucial assault on the Soviet Union was being marshalled. Our armed forces triumphed in short order wherever they went, and the history of the time records nothing but glorious German victories, one after the other.
Churchill's Disastrous Folly
Winston Churchill helped our cause with a display of strategic ineptness equal to Mussolini's. When we entered Greece, the British in Africa were sweeping through Libya, Er;tea, and Abyssinia, with the Itcilians everywhere fleeing or giving up. Here was England's chance to wrap up North Africa and secure her Mediterranean lifeline before we could mount an attack. Churchill, however, writes that, though he knew that the British lacked the strength to oppose Germany for long on the Greek peninsula, he felt "honor bound" to help the Greeks.
He pulled vital troops out of his triumphant African forces, killing the momentum of their drive, and threw them into Crete and Greece, whence he soon had to withdraw them, crushed and bloodied, in a "little Dunkirk," for here they were not fighting Italians. The survivors who got back to Africa found themselves once more confronting Germans, since meantime Rommel had consolidated a landing in Tripoli with his famous Afrika Korps. That spelled the end of the merry British romping in Africa. The Americans had to bail them out there, as everywhere else "Honor" had nothing to do with Churchill's maladroit move. He had an obsession about the Balkans, deriving from his foscoat Gollipoli ;n World War I.
Later in the war this obsession was to estrange him from Roosevelt and reduce him to a pathetic hanger-on at the war conferences, fussing vainly at the Russians and Americans about the Balkans, while they coldly went ahead with plans to finish the war on sound strategic lines in the plains of the north.
Had Churchill left the Balkans alone and allowed his generals to finish off their African campaign early in 1941, the destruction of Yugoslavia, and the subsequent Allied landings in Morocco, Sicily, and Italy, might all have been unnecessary. The war might have been shortened by two years, sparing both sides much horror and bloodshed.
But it was not to be.
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE- Roon puts an unlikely construction on Colonel Donovan's visits to Yugoslavia. The Simovic revolution was a popular one. Most Yugoslovs were willing to risk Hitler's anger, they paid the price, and they earned the respect of the United States and all the world. Communist Yugoslavia's unique friendly relationship with America today stems from that gallant stand in 1941.
But even if Roon's assertions about Donovan were factual, it seems unusually obtuse to blame the destruction of Yugoslavia on Roosevelt and Churchill, while overlooking the little fact that it was the Germans who fire-bombed Belgrade to ashes, invaded the land, and killed the people.
it is true that President Roosevelt made occasional use of informal emissaries, but their importance is overrated in melodramatic films and books, as well as in some military history. These men usually performed minor donkeywork, which for reasons of speed or security could not be done as well through regular channels.
To class Harry Hopkins or even Colonel Donovan with these anonymous smallbore persons is inaccurate.-V.H.
Lend-Lease passed the Senate by sixty votes to thirty-one. Few Americans followed the debate more keenly than Pug Henry. In the visitors' gallery of the Senate, hand cupped to his ear because of the bad acoustics, he absorbed a new knowledge of how his own government worked. More and more he admired Franklin Roosevelt's ability to drive this balky team. After weeks of wild controversy, the vote itself went smooth as oil. The last excitement lay in the crushing of trick amendments- Two to one, the Senate voted in Lend-Lease, while the country and the press hardly paid attention. The debate had bored them into indifference.
Yet this vote struck Pug Henry as the key world event since Hitler's smash into Poland. Here in the yeas of sixty elderly voices the tide might be starting to Turn. The President at last had the means to put the United States on a war footing, long before the people were ready to fight. The new factories that must now rise to make Lend-Lease planes and guns, would in time arm the American forces that so far existed only on paper.
That same day he was ordered to fly down to the Norfolk Navy Yard and report to Admiral Ernest King-a dragon he had not met before.
King had his flag in the Texas.
Texas was the first battleship to which Pug had ever reported, shortly after the World War, on just such a raw and blowy March day as this, in this same Navy Yard, and possibly atthis same pier. With one stack gone, and tripod instead of basket mast, Texas looked much different than in the old coal-burning days. Pug noted in the paint and bright work topside an and sepulchral cleanliness. The gangway watch, and the sailors working around the old gun turrets, were starched and scrubbed as surgeons. Outside the four-starred door to flag quarters a glittery-eyed marine presented arms like a clock striking.
King sat behind a desk, showing blue sleeves stiff to the elbow with gold. The bare office was warmed only by a framed picture of Admiral Mayo on the bulkhead. King had a long, thin, deeply scored red face with high cheekbones, a narrow shiny pate, and a sharp nose.
Behind him hung a chart of the Atlantic, with bold black letters in one corner, COMMANDIER-rNrEF, ATL"MC FLEET. He motioned Victor Henry to a seat, tilted back his chin, and eyed him.
'I received a telephone call from the chief of Naval Operations yesterday," he commenced in a sandy voice, "that one Captain Victor Henry of War Plans would report to me directly from the President of the United States." Henry bobbed his head as though he were an ensign.
Silence, and the hum of ventilators. "Well? State your business."
The captain told Admiral King what Franklin Roosevelt desired.
The admiral calmly smoked a cigarette in a holder, eyes boring at Henry. Then Pug described his plan for executing the President's desires. He talked for six or seven minutes. King's long, weathered face remained immobile and faintly incredulous.
"So! You're prepared to get the United States of America into this war all by yourself, are you, Captain?" said Ernest King at last, with gid sarcasm. "Well, that's one way for an obscure person to go down in history." 'Admiral, it's the President's judgment that this exercise will go off without incident." 'So you said. Well, suppose his judgment's wrong? Suppose a U-boat fires a fish at you? What then?"
"If we're fired on, sir, why, I propose to fire back. That won't start a war unless Hitler wants war."
Ernest King nodded peevishly. 'Hell, we're in this war, anyway.
It doesn't matter too much when or how the whistle blows. The Japanese are going to kick off against us when it suits the
m and the Germans.
Probably when it least suits us. I agree with Mr. Roosevelt that it very likely won't happen now. But how about the battle cruisers?
Hey?
Thought about them? The Scharnhorst and the Gneisenau? They've picked off more than a hundred thousand tons in the past month." "Yes, sir. I hope the Catalinas will warn us if they're around, so we can evade."
Admiral King said, "That's a big ocean out there. The air patrol can easily miss them."
"Well, then, the cruisers can miss us too, Admiral."
After another pause, looking Victor Henry over like a dog he was considering buying, King picked up the telephone. "Get me Admiral Bristol.-Henry, you have nothing in writing?" "No, sir."
"Very well. You will discontinue all references to the President."
"Aye aye, sir."
"Hello? Admiral, I'm sending to your office"-King glanced at a scrap of paper on his desk-"Captain Victor Henry, a special observer from War Plans. Captain Henry will visit Desron Eight and conduct surprise drills, inspections, and maneuvers, to test combat readiness.
He is to be regarded as my assistant chief of staff, with appropriate authority.
Affirmative. He will be in your office within the hour. Thank you."
Hanging up, King folded bony han,is over his flat stomach and, staring at Victor Henry, he spoke in a formal drone. "Captain, I desire that you now form out of Desron Eight an antisubmarine screen, and proceed to sea to conduct realistic tests and drills. This includes forming up screens on cooperative merchant vessels which you may encounter. You will of course avoid provoking belligerent vessels that may sight you. I desire you to keep security at a maximum and paperwork at a minimum.
For that reason my instructions are verbal. You'll conduct yourself similarly."
"Understood, Admiral."
A chilly smile moved one side of Ernest King's mouth, and he reverted to his natural voice. "Perfect horseshit, but that's the story. In the event of an incident, it will be a hanging party for all hands. That will be all."
Even in t'he North Atlantic in March, even in a destroyer, even on such risky and peculiar business, going back to sea was a tonic. Pug paced the bridge of U.S.S. Plunkett all day, a happy man, and slept in the sea cabin by the chart house.
On clear nights, no matter how Cold the wind and how rough the sea, he spent hours after dinner alone on the flying bridge. The broad dark ocean, the streaming pure air, the crowded stars arching overhead, always made him feel what the Bible called the spirit of God hovering on the face of the waters. Down the years even more than his childhood Bible training, this religious awe inspired by nights at sea had kept Captain Henry a believer. He spoke of this to nobody, not to ministers who were his old friends; he would have felt embarrassed and mawkish, for he wa, not sure how seriously even they took the Lord. On this voyage, the Alrwghty was there for Victor Henry as always in the black starry universe, a presence actual and lovable, if disturbingly unpredictable.
Officially Pug was an observer of the "exercise," and he kept to that role, leaving operations to the commander of the destroyer screen.
He interfered once. On the second day after the join-up off Newfoundland, the long ragged columns of merchant ships, stretching across the horizon, plowed into a snowstorm. Lookouts were coming down off their posts almost too stiff to move, and covered with icicles.
Plunging up and dowil over huge black waves, ships a mile apart were losing sight of each other.
After several reports of minor collisions and near-misses in the zigzags, Pug called into his sea cabin Commander Baldwin, who headed the screen, and the British liaison officer.
"I've been figuring," he said, pointing to a chart, and banging on to his gyrating chair. "We can gain an advance of half a day by proceeding on a straight course. Now maybe there are U-boats out there in all that stuff, and then again maybe there aren't. If they're going to try to penetrate a screen of fifteen American destroyers, well, with seventy-one juicy crawling targets, zigzagging won't help much. Let's head straight for Point Baker, Turn over this hot potato, and skedaddle." Mopping snow from red eyebrows under an iced-up parka hood, Commander Baldwin grinned. 'Concur, Captain."
Pug said to the British signal officer, a little quiet man who ha:d come in from the stormy bridge smoking a pipe upside down, "Give your commodore a flag hoist: DISCO E zigzagging."
"Aye aye, sir," said the Englishman, managing to look delighted with a small tightening of his mouth around the pipe.
Day after day, Victor Henry and Commander Baldwin ate breakfast from trays in the sea cabin, reviewing courses of action in case of a German attack. Each morning the screen conducted combat drills, in a ragged style that enraged Pug. He was tempted to take over and work these units hard; but to maintain the dull calm of the operation was paramount, so he did nothing. Unmolested, the first Lend-Lease convoy steamed straight eastward. About half the time bad weather shrouded the ships.
On the crystalline days and bright moonlit nights Victor Henry remained clothed and awake, drank gallons of coffee, and smoked his throat raw, now and then dozing in the captain's chair. Whether U-boats saw the convoy and laid low because of the American destroyers fanned ahead of it, or whether it got through undetected, Victor Henry never knew. They arrived at Point Baker, a dot of latitude and longitude on the wide empty sea, mdthout a single episode of alarm.
A feeble yellow sun was just rising. The convoy began steaming in a pattern ten miles square, in a ring of desolate ice-flecked black water and pearly sky, waiting for the British. Victor Henry stood on the flying bridge peering eastward, hoping that the Plunkett's navigator knew his job. Since the return from Berlin, he had never felt so well. He had read a lot of Shakespeare in his mildewed seagoing volume, and had caught up on a footlocker full of paperwork, and slept and slept, his body responding in the old way to the rocking of a destroyer. After three hours, the first hulls began to show above the horizon, due east: old American four-pipers. As the motley British screen of destroyers, frigates, and corvettes came on, the leading ship began to blink a Yellow light. A signalman rushed up to the flying bridge, bringing a pencilled scrawl: KS YANKS X CUPBOMM IS B.
Pug granted. "Send him EAT HEARTY-X-RAy-MOPX COMING-X-RAYand sign it MOTHER HUBBARD."
The grinning sailor said, "Aye aye, Sir," and trampled down the ladder.
"As an observer," Pug called to Commander Baldwin on the bridge below, "I would now be pleased to observe how fast your signal gang can hoist REVERSE COURSE, MAKe 2 KNOTS." When the Plunkett tied up in the Norfolk Navy Yard, Victor Henry went straight to Rag quarters on the Texas. Admiral King listened to his report with the face of a scrawny sandstone pharaoh, showing a human reaction only when Pug mentioned the poor performance of the destroyers.
The pharaoh face then became slightly more unpleasant. "I am aware of the low level of preparedness in the fleet, and have instituted corrective programs. Now, then. On what basis, Captain, did the President choose YOU for this mission?"
"When I was naval attache in Germany, sir, he happened to use me on jobs involving high security. I suppose this fell in that category." 'Will you report back to him?"
g'yes, sir." Victor Henry jumped to his feet as the admiral walked to a map of the world, newly hung on the bulkhead opposite his desk in place of the photograph of Admiral Mayo.
"I suppose while out at sea you've gotten the news? You know that the Germans blitzed Yugoslavia in one week? That Greece has surrendered"-the admiral ran a bony finger along Adriatic and Mediterranean coastlines hatched in angry fresh red ink-"that this fellow Rommel has knocked the British cjear back into Egypt, and is massing to drive on the Suez Canal? That the big British force trapped in Greece will be lucky to Pull off another Dunkirk? That the Arabs are rising to throw the British Out of the Nfiddle East? That Iraq's already ordered them out and asked the Germans in?"
"Yes, sir. We got most of that. It's been a bad few weeks.
"Depends on the viewpoint. For th
e Germans it's been a fine few weeks.
In a month or so, they've tipped the world balance. My considered judgment is that this war's almost over. There seems to be very little awareness of that here. When the Germans take the canal, master the middle East, and close the Mediterranean, the British Empire lines will be severed.
That's the ball game. There will be no viable military force left in all of Asia between Hitler and the japs. India and China will fall to them."
Admiral King swept bony fingers across the Eurasian landmass.
"Solid dictator-ruled, from Antwerp to Tokyo, and from the Arctic Circle to the equator. Did you hear about that neutrality deal between the Soviets and the japs?"
"No, sir. I missed that one."
"Well, they signed a pact-oh, a couple of weeks ago, this was-agreeing to lay off each other for the time being. The press here almost ignored it, but that's terrific news. It secures the jap rear"-he waved toward Siberia-"and turns them loose to pick up all these big marbles." The gnarled hand jumped south and ran over Indo-China, the East Indies, Malaya, and the Philippines; it paused, and one stiff finger glided to the Hawaiian Islands.
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