Vkothii
04-24-08, 11:14 PM
Today is ANZAC day - the 25th of April. The day the "colonies", Australia and New Zealand, got into the Great War. The Gallipoli campaign, not Churchill's finest hour, blooded the young men who left their farms, their jobs, their wives and families, their girlfriends, and went off on a "great adventure".
But the campaign was poorly planned, poorly executed, and ultimately doomed. Thousands were "sacrificed", to the whims of leaders, admirals and generals half a world away, who hadn't the slightest idea how badly things were going - at least for a week or so.
Winston Churchill was forced to accede to his military advisors and call a retreat, but he criticised the withdrawal even so. Churchill was a "great thinker", who could dream up military tactics while getting slowly pissed during the course of most of his "working days", and would come up with 5 or 6 ideas a day.
Most of them were quickly shot down by pragmatic generals and advisors, but the Turkish adventure was given the green light - the Allies were desperate to knock Turkey out of the war, but they seem to have been inspired by some ideal notion of the brave, loyal and fierce Allied soldier, overcoming the dastardly Hun and his Turkish sidekick - who they believed would be ill-prepared for the massive invasion.
They got it wrong, it took 9 months to own up, and tens of thousands of dead soldiers.
My maternal grandfather fought in the Great War - he wasn't sent to Gallipoli because he had joined up in England earlier, so was in the first battles, and in one battle in particular - at the Somme valley - that figures large in my own existence.
This is because 'Poppa" as he liked to be called, was wounded at the Somme, and in a way that meant he wouldn't be in the trenches anymore (a leg injury - he had pieces of shrapnel from a German shell in his leg until it finally "went" and was amputated when he was 72). So, if he hadn't got the wound in his leg, he would probably have gone on to an even bloodier battle -Passchendaele, which he quite probably would not have lived through - I understand whole battalions were wiped out, on both sides, at this one. So probably my mother wouldn't have been born, either. He spent the remainder of the war training new batches of cannon-fodder ...sorry, "brave young men", at Salisbury.
Funny how, today we remember the ANZAC forces - the "brave lads" who made the ultimate sacrifice, etc, etc ("yoick's, and tally-ho chaps!").
But we're also remembering a military blunder of the first rank, made by an aristocratic sonofabitch who still wanted the retreating Allied forces to about-face and "get back into the bloody Hun!"
Churchill faced a parliamentary investigation, considering the bloodied nose the Allies got from the Turks, and that the campaign was clearly a woeful, and somewhat desperate example of military planning or preparedness. But they let him off - he was a war-hero after all (of the Boer campaign).
Isn't history er, "interesting"?
But the campaign was poorly planned, poorly executed, and ultimately doomed. Thousands were "sacrificed", to the whims of leaders, admirals and generals half a world away, who hadn't the slightest idea how badly things were going - at least for a week or so.
Winston Churchill was forced to accede to his military advisors and call a retreat, but he criticised the withdrawal even so. Churchill was a "great thinker", who could dream up military tactics while getting slowly pissed during the course of most of his "working days", and would come up with 5 or 6 ideas a day.
Most of them were quickly shot down by pragmatic generals and advisors, but the Turkish adventure was given the green light - the Allies were desperate to knock Turkey out of the war, but they seem to have been inspired by some ideal notion of the brave, loyal and fierce Allied soldier, overcoming the dastardly Hun and his Turkish sidekick - who they believed would be ill-prepared for the massive invasion.
They got it wrong, it took 9 months to own up, and tens of thousands of dead soldiers.
My maternal grandfather fought in the Great War - he wasn't sent to Gallipoli because he had joined up in England earlier, so was in the first battles, and in one battle in particular - at the Somme valley - that figures large in my own existence.
This is because 'Poppa" as he liked to be called, was wounded at the Somme, and in a way that meant he wouldn't be in the trenches anymore (a leg injury - he had pieces of shrapnel from a German shell in his leg until it finally "went" and was amputated when he was 72). So, if he hadn't got the wound in his leg, he would probably have gone on to an even bloodier battle -Passchendaele, which he quite probably would not have lived through - I understand whole battalions were wiped out, on both sides, at this one. So probably my mother wouldn't have been born, either. He spent the remainder of the war training new batches of cannon-fodder ...sorry, "brave young men", at Salisbury.
Funny how, today we remember the ANZAC forces - the "brave lads" who made the ultimate sacrifice, etc, etc ("yoick's, and tally-ho chaps!").
But we're also remembering a military blunder of the first rank, made by an aristocratic sonofabitch who still wanted the retreating Allied forces to about-face and "get back into the bloody Hun!"
Churchill faced a parliamentary investigation, considering the bloodied nose the Allies got from the Turks, and that the campaign was clearly a woeful, and somewhat desperate example of military planning or preparedness. But they let him off - he was a war-hero after all (of the Boer campaign).
Isn't history er, "interesting"?