God Save Us All - Part Six
A Peace Resting on Quicksand
Chapter 45 – The Suez War, Part 1
The sun had set over Alexandria hours before on August 15th, 1935. The city’s lights illuminated the sky in a brilliant glow. The declaration of war had been announced 4 days earlier, but the Royal Navy had seen no reason to announce any blackouts for neither Fleet nor city. Little did they know what as lurking offshore.
The
Hayreddin Barbarossa steamed slowly westward, all lights aboard her extinguished. Her captain gazed to port, eyes focused on the brilliant light that was Alexandria. The British Fleet lay at anchor in front of him. Seizing his binoculars, he peered into the harbor. Satisfied, he gave the order, “Aim guns.”
The electric motors of the battle cruiser’s turrets came to life, elevating the 11-inch guns to the gunner’s specifications. Inside, shirtless men dripping with sweat from the harsh Mediterranean sun loaded the massive cannons. Upon hearing that all was ready, the captain gave the order. “Fire.”
The French-built cruiser gave a thundering broadside, lobbing 10 shells in no particular direction, simply into the British Mediterranean Fleet. The captain, following orders, signaled for another broadside before giving the order to withdraw. The helmsman brought the ship hard to starboard, swinging her north away from Egypt.
Behind them, Alexandria was illuminated by something other than electric lights, Fire’s blazed in the city’s harbor. The Ottoman attack was not large enough to do any real damage, but it had managed to hit and moderately damage the HMS
Agincourt, one of the Royal Navy’s more modern battlecruisers.
The suddenness and surprise of the attack coupled with the British underestimating of the Ottoman navy allowed the
Hayreddin Barbarossa to escape without ever being sighted. The attack is a propaganda victory for the Ottomans. Although it failed to do much good militarily, it affects the moral of the British people, who thought that the Turks would have no chance in even touching the British Empire in a conflict.
Palestine – August 25th, 1935
Enver Pasha leans over a map of the Sinai Peninsula in his command post, the home of a local mayor taken over by the Ottoman government for the war effort. Carefully, he traces the route he intends to take into the barren desert in order to reach the Suez Canal. His superiors in Istanbul may think they know how to end this war quickly, he thinks to himself, but tearing a vital piece of Britain’s Imperial Empire from her clenched hands is a task more difficult that they think.
“Sir!” Shouts a messenger, a corporal, who enters the room he is in.
“Yes?” Enver questions, still fixed to the map.
“2nd Corps has just arrived from Damascus, sir. Complete with the artillery you asked for.”
“Good, good.” He muttered. And it was good. For the past two decades France and Prussia had been supplying the Ottoman Army with high quality artillery. The Krupp heavy artillery in particular was regarded as some of the best in the world. It would surely be an advantage to be had over whatever colonial units Britain could string together in Egypt.
Over and over he had reviewed his plan. Under his command were about 200,000 men, including some 4,000 Arab cavalry and 15 battalions of artillery. From the small town of Nizzana, he would take his men through the middle of the Peninsula. The British, he hoped, would be planning on any attack coming from the coastal route. He would then be able to attack the soft underbelly of the British defenses and capture the Suez Canal, forcing Stanley Baldwin to negotiate for peace. It was a solid plan, in principle. He was skeptical of the training of his men, however. He had taken part in the defense of Libya and had witnessed the poor training of his soldiers be overtaken by lesser numbers of better-trained Italians. For this offensive, the Chief of Staff in Istanbul called it Operation Viper, to succeed; he needed to rely on numbers, surprise and speed.
The Pasha sipped from his coffee, still staring at his map. Nodding to himself, he mutters something.
“They won’t see it coming.”
Alexandria – September 1st, 1935
General Claude Auchinleck quickly threw on his tunic and trousers and quickly made his way out into the pre-dawn darkness to a waiting car. He had been woken up by his orderly with some grave news. According to reports from forward posts in the Sinai, the Turks had launched an attack into the peninsula at roughly 0430 AM. British troops in the area were very spread out and undermanned, and therefore forced to withdraw to better defensive positions.
Upon arriving at army command outside of Alexandria, the General is briefed on the situation. An Ottoman artillery barrage began at approximately 4 in the morning, blowing huge holes in the British lines, manned mainly by South African infantry. The Turks began advancing forward about an hour later. Arab Cavalry was slicing through the rear of the British lines, cutting lines of communication and causing havoc. British Intelligence had warned of the immediate threat of attack. The British were terribly undermanned in Egypt. What little troops they did have there were mostly assigned to dealing with the Egyptian nationalist revolt inside the country.
Properly informed of the situation, Auchinleck gives orders a fighting withdrawal to a line of defense anchored in the small town of Bi’r ar Rummanah, some 50 kilometers from the Canal.
“We shall sacrifice space for time.” He tells his staff, “and hope that the Desert is enough to slow down the Turks enough to allow for reinforcement from the Empire.”
To Be Continued…