Part 3 (2/2)

Through force of weather, not of war, In jeopardy we steer.

Then, welcome Fate's discourtesy Whereby it shall appear How in all time of our distress As in our triumph too, The game is more than the player of the game, And the s.h.i.+p is more than the crew!

Be well a.s.sured, though wave and wind Have mightier blows in store, That we who keep the watch a.s.signed Must stand to it the more; And as our streaming bows dismiss Each billow's baulked career, Sing, welcome Fate's discourtesy Whereby it is made clear How in all time of our distress As in our triumph too, The game is more than the player of the game, And the s.h.i.+p is more than the crew!

Be well a.s.sured, though in our power Is nothing left to give But time and place to meet the hour And leave to strive to live, Till these dissolve our Order holds, Our Service binds us here.

Then, welcome Fate's discourtesy Whereby it is made clear How in all time of our distress And our deliverance too, The game is more than the player of the game, And the s.h.i.+p is more than the crew!

PATROLS

I

On the edge of the North Sea sits an Admiral in charge of a stretch of coast without lights or marks, along which the traffic moves much as usual. In front of him there is nothing but the east wind, the enemy, and some few our s.h.i.+ps. Behind him there are towns, with M.P.'s attached, who a little while ago didn't see the reason for certain lighting orders. When a Zeppelin or two came, they saw. Left and right of him are enormous docks, with vast crowded sheds, miles of stone-faced quay-edges, loaded with all manner of supplies and crowded with mixed s.h.i.+pping.

In this exalted world one met Staff-Captains, Staff-Commanders, Staff-Lieutenants, and Secretaries, with Paymasters so senior that they almost ranked with Admirals. There were Warrant Officers, too, who long ago gave up splas.h.i.+ng about decks barefoot, and now check and issue stores to the ravenous, untruthful fleets. Said one of these, guarding a collection of desirable things, to a cross between a sick-bay attendant and a junior writer (but he was really an expert burglar), ”_No!_ An' you can tell Mr. So-and-so, with my compliments, that the storekeeper's gone away--right away--with the key of these stores in his pocket. Understand me? In his trousers pocket.”

He snorted at my next question.

”_Do_ I know any destroyer-lootenants?” said he. ”This coast's rank with 'em! Destroyer-lootenants are born stealing. It's a mercy they's too busy to practise forgery, or I'd be in gaol. Engineer-Commanders?

Engineer-Lootenants? They're worse!... Look here! If my own mother was to come to me beggin' bra.s.s screws for her own coffin, I'd--I'd think twice before I'd oblige the old lady. War's war, I grant you that; but what I've got to contend with is crime.”

I referred to him a case of conscience in which every one concerned acted exactly as he should, and it nearly ended in murder. During a lengthy action, the working of a gun was hampered by some empty cartridge-cases which the lieutenant in charge made signs (no man could hear his neighbour speak just then) should be hove overboard.

Upon which the gunner rushed forward and made other signs that they were ”on charge,” and must be tallied and accounted for. He, too, was trained in a strict school. Upon which the lieutenant, but that he was busy, would have slain the gunner for refusing orders in action.

Afterwards he wanted him shot by court-martial. But every one was voiceless by then, and could only mouth and croak at each other, till somebody laughed, and the pedantic gunner was spared.

”Well, that's what you might fairly call a naval crux,” said my friend among the stores. ”The Lootenant was right. 'Mustn't refuse orders in action. The Gunner was right. Empty cases _are_ on charge. No one ought to chuck 'em away that way, but.... d.a.m.n it, they were _all_ of 'em right! It ought to ha' been a marine. Then they could have killed him and preserved discipline at the same time.”

A LITTLE THEORY

The problem of this coast resolves itself into keeping touch with the enemy's movements; in preparing matters to trap and hinder him when he moves, and in so entertaining him that he shall not have time to draw clear before a blow descends on him from another quarter. There are then three lines of defence: the outer, the inner, and the home waters. The traffic and fis.h.i.+ng are always with us.

The blackboard idea of it is always to have stronger forces more immediately available everywhere than those the enemy can send. _x_ German submarines draw _a_ English destroyers. Then _x_ calls _x + y_ to deal with _a_, who, in turn, calls up _b_, a scout, and possibly _a_, with a fair chance that, if _x + y + z_ (a Zeppelin) carry on, they will run into _a + b + c_ cruisers. At this point, the equation generally stops; if it continued, it would end mathematically in the whole of the German Fleet coming out. Then another factor which we may call the Grand Fleet would come from another place. To change the comparisons: the Grand Fleet is the ”strong left” ready to give the knock-out blow on the point of the chin when the head is thrown up.

The other fleets and other arrangements threaten the enemy's solar plexus and stomach. Somewhere in relation to the Grand Fleet lies the ”blockading” cordon which examines neutral traffic. It could be drawn as tight as a Turkish bowstring, but for reasons which we may arrive at after the war, it does not seem to have been so drawn up to date.

The enemy lies behind his mines, and ours, raids our coasts when he sees a chance, and kills seagoing civilians at sight or guess, with intent to terrify. Most sailor-men are mixed up with a woman or two; a fair percentage of them have seen men drown. They can realise what it is when women go down choking in horrible tangles and heavings of draperies. To say that the enemy has cut himself from the fellows.h.i.+p of all who use the seas is rather understating the case. As a man observed thoughtfully: ”You can't look at any water now without seeing 'Lusitania' sprawlin' all across it. And just think of those words, 'North-German Lloyd,' 'Hamburg-Amerika' and such things, in the time to come. They simply mustn't be.”

He was an elderly trawler, respectable as they make them, who, after many years of fis.h.i.+ng, had discovered his real vocation. ”I never thought I'd like killin' men,” he reflected. ”Never seemed to be any o' my dooty. But it is--and I do!”

A great deal of the East Coast work concerns mine-fields--ours and the enemy's--both of which s.h.i.+ft as occasion requires. We search for and root out the enemy's mines; they do the like by us. It is a perpetual game of finding, springing, and laying traps on the least as well as the most likely runaways that s.h.i.+ps use--such sea snaring and wiring as the world never dreamt of. We are hampered in this, because our Navy respects neutrals; and spends a great deal of its time in making their path safe for them. The enemy does not. He blows them up, because that cows and impresses them, and so adds to his prestige.

DEATH AND THE DESTROYER

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