Chapter Eight : Authority - 1.3.1936 To 31.3.1936
A Gentleman’s War : The Middle-East Command
(HoI3 TFH - UK AAR)
Chapter Eight : Authority - 1.3.1936 To 31.3.1936
(HoI3 TFH - UK AAR)
Chapter Eight : Authority - 1.3.1936 To 31.3.1936
The month of March wasn’t that hot to be honest. Much of the time, even during high noon, it was 20 degrees Celsius, or 68 degrees Fahrenheit, which was pretty comfortable. That was still twice as much as the temperature would be in London, of course, and the Field Marshall did like to wear his overcoat which likely didn’t help much.
But when it was suggested that maybe he should stay inside or leave the coat behind or use sunblock he would ‘pooh pooh’ the suggestion and refuse.
On the morning of the 6th of March the Captain was debating on if he should hide the coat or not when, on entering the Field Marshall’s office, something happened.
The Field Marshall was reading a news article in the London Times, which was no doubt about that year’s fashion, when the Captain noticed a change come over the man’s face
Uh-oh. The Captain had come to understand that expression. An idea had formed inside the man’s mind.
Much of the time the Field Marshall’s ideas were silly, if not outright stupid, impossible, and many times illegal. His ideas were the stuff of horror and insanity. There were psychiatrists, and a few horror writers, who would give thousands of pounds to understand the Field Marshall’s thought process.
“Captain,” said the Field Marshall as he put the newspaper he was reading on his desk, “may I ask a question? Where does my authority end? As I am in charge of the Middle-East Command, or Theater as it were, where are the borders of my powers? Can I, for example, arrest certain government officials or declare marshal law or remove certain pieces of art from the local museums?”
“No, sir, nothing like…..where did that NEW painting come from?”
“What?”
“The new one hanging behind you on the wall?”
“It was among my belongings when I arrived,” responded the Field Marshall swiftly. “I brought it from home. It’s been in my family since one of my ancestors worked for Queen Elizabeth the First.”
“Really?” remarked the Captain. “They had a painting of a small Arab boy drawing water from a well in the middle of a desert town?”
“Er..yes..?”
“indeed,” said the Captain drily. “The answer is still no. You are a military officer of the Empire of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. The Kingdom of Egypt is independent. We are only here to protect the region, the Suez Canal, and to help train their armed forces.”
“Oh, eh…yes,” said the Field Marshall, as he glanced at the painting behind him. “Yes…but I do have military authority to protect Egypt and other parts of the Middle East? How FAR does that authority go?”
“Well,” replied the Captain, “your sphere of authority is large. Officially. But in reality it is somewhat smaller. Let me show you the maps.”
“This is British Territory or nations we are…allied with,” explained the Captain as he pointed at one of the larger sized maps. “But much of it is useless.”
He replaced the map with another map. “This is a map on the infrastructure of Africa. As least those regions we know of. As you can see your authority only goes this far south. And only along the coasts.”
“What is that gray colored area?” asked the Field Marshall as he pointed at the inland provinces of Africa.
“Deserts, heavily armed nomads, and camel spiders are big as your head.”
The Field Marshall looked ill. “So nothing civilized out there, eh?”
“Nothing,” replied the Captain, “no phones, no lights, no motor cars. Nor a single luxury. Like Robinson Crusoe, it’s as primitive as can be.”
“Who takes over there? South of my authority?”
“East Africa Command Theatre,” answered the Captain. “Field Marshal McCulloch is in charge and he is not a happy camper. He last request for one garrison brigade and seventeen infantry brigades was turned down. And he has a bunch of Italian units next door as neighbors.”
“Naughty Italians,” said the Field Marshall with a shake of his head. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll switch sides.”
The Captain opened his mouth, closed this mouth, and then left the office without speaking.
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