Chapter 201, Downing Street, 24 May 1942
Halifax assumed an air of nonchalance as his Cabinet gathered for their weekly meeting. He had barely slept over the last week, and was plagued by headaches and loss of appetite. More worrying, and something so far kept hidden from Lady Halifax, he had noticed that his bad hand, his left, was tingling. He had resolved to appoint a personal doctor, something that Templewood and Butler had been urging him to do for years anyway. Noting to himself that his recent loss of weight meant that yet another suit required ‘taking in’ he sighed and headed to the Cabinet Room.
“Good morning, Prime Minister,” the politicians muttered as he entered. After waving them back to their seats, Halifax took his own, and as he did he noticed that his left arm was twitching again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Eden watching with interest.
“Erm, good morning,” Halifax said slowly. He waited whilst Cole poured him a cup of tea, the silence in the room a heavy one. Somewhere in the house a grandfather clock chimed ten o’clock. Cole, with studied calm, retired as Halifax looked around at his Cabinet.
They look, Halifax thought,
terribly disheartened. Do they know that I have no grand eloquence to offer?
“Shall we take the steepest fence first?” Only Butler smiled at the gloomy jest. “What of Opewation Longbow?”
As had been agreed, Eden spoke for the service ministers. “Fifth Corps has now landed on the Chinese mainland to reinforce the original diversionary attack. The city of Leizhou is now held by our troops and the Chinese guerrillas,” Eden said with certainty. “Fifty-fifth division has been relieved by the troops from Hainan and will soon push North, to capture Zhanjiang. The Chinese are working with General Wilson and will stage a major rising in the city to hinder Japanese resistance.
Halifax was taking notes; he was due to give a statement to the House of Lords later that day. “And what of the troops who landed on Hainan?”
“Well, Prime Minister,” Eden said carefully, we are looking at casualties of around twelve thousand men. Most of these were in the Forty-seventh division, who never really got off their beach. There are large numbers of missing,” Eden said quietly. “At present we are working with the Chinese to smuggle any trapped soldiers out.”
“A vainglowious effort,” Halifax said gloomily. “I am not sure that we should continue the thrust along the Chinese mainland.” He said this bleakly, looking drained.
“My Lord, we have to,” Eden barked in immediate response. “If we do not, then this Government is done for.”
“And,” Hankey now spoke, after offering a sharp look of rebuke to Eden, “the Navy managed to successfully stage one evacuation, from Hainan. I am not confident that we could as successfully evacuate Leizhou.”
“But you have sevewal squadwons there!”
Hankey smiled condescendingly. “Most of those, Prime Minister, are blockading Hainan and are guarding our supply convoys to the troops ashore.” He looked quickly at his notes. “And we are also pumping supplies to the Chinese into the area.”
“Wonald?”
Ronald Cross, the Secretary of State for Air, looked with sad eyes at both Eden and Halifax, sensing the tensions, the disagreements. “I agree with Anthony and Maurice,” he said softly.
Halifax sat back and looked at Stanley. “Oliver?”
“Agreed, Prime Minister, and I should add that confidence in our capacity to wage war has been severely dented. We’re seeing a trail off in currency dealing, and some of our neutral holders of sterling are starting to panic sell. They fear that the Government may fall.”
“And with this Japanese counterattack on the Burma fwontier,” Halifax’s voiced trailed off. “Let us be fwank. Appwise me, one of you. How catastwophic is this?”
For Halifax to be so blunt was surprising, and Templewood, so often the mediator in their meetings, drew attention to himself by a tactful cough. “Prime Minister, though I lack Anthony or Oliver’s understanding of public opinion, it has to be admitted that the failure to capture Hainan was significant setback for our war effort.”
Maxwell-Fyfe, the Home Secretary who so rarely spoke during discussions of the war, was nodding. “I doubt that there’s any risk of demonstration or disturbance here at home,” he said with confidence.
Halifax looked at his Home Secretary with disbelief. “But in the House?”
“Attlee is in trouble,” Butler said with a comradely chuckle. “Having supported the war, his last statement to the House was just as bellicose as ours. There’s little he can do, other than attack us for getting the Hainan thing wrong.” Butler looked at Eden, as if to reinforce that it was Eden who would shoulder the blame in the Commons.
It was now that Monckton, the newly created Minister without Portfolio, spoke up from the far end of the table. “My Lord, I have spoken with Lord Beaverbrook.”
“And?” Butler, unlike Eden and Hankey, didn’t know what was coming.
“Well, simply, Foreign Secretary, we tell the public that the attack of Five Corps on Hainan was a massive diversion to conceal our true objective, the landings on the Chinese mainland.”
“Will it work?” Butler was not convinced.
“Of course it will bloody well work,” Cuthbert Headlam, Minister of Transport, said angrily. “They’ll read it in his bloody papers and determine that we’ve been very clever.”
“Wab, will the Amewicans accept this version?”
“Er” Butler was caught unawares. “I don’t know. They were shown our plans from the off, so...”
“...so we tell them that we are blockading Hainan whilst pushing to help the Chinese on the mainland,” Eden finished, with a hint of exasperation. “My Lord, all of this points to our having to go on, on the mainland.”
Butler, annoyed at Eden’s interruption, jumped in to silence his opponent. “Roosevelt is whining on about sending American troops and supplies to China. This could show them that they don’t have to. It would also give us increased leverage in the Chinese Government.”
Halifax nodded sadly. “Alwight then, I think that we go wound the woom. Is evewyone agweed on pwessing ahead with the offensive on Lei...ah, the Chinese mainland?”
They all nodded, though Ronald Cross looked far from happy, and Templewood noticed this. “Something to add, Ronald?”
Cross, who had earlier seemed to agree to the attack, now looked unhappily at the de facto Deputy Prime Minister. “It’s just that...”
“...yes, Ronald. It’s just what?”
Cross smiled weakly at this gentle encouragement. “We’ve set the RAF up in Malaya and Burma. I’ve got dozens of new squadrons out there. And now you’ll ask for new planes for Leizhou...”
“The Army and the Navy has the same problem, Ronald,” Hankey said softly.
“I’m rather afraid you don’t. It’s not just the aircraft, it’s the airfields and the men to defend them. I’ve thrown aircraft at Burma and Hong Kong, and now Malaya, I’m not sure I can continually afford this dilution of our strength.”
Halifax looked with concern at his Air Minister. “But how bad is the air campaign?”
“Slessor’s doing his best over Siam and Burma, but the Japs are pouring in aircraft and are harassing our bombing efforts against their ground troops.” Cross looked tired, dispirited. Eden and Hankey exchanged concerned looks.
Stanley looked unimpressed. “If I may, Ronald, you’re too worried about hoarding aircraft in the British Isles. I’ve read Anthony’s report: the home air defence is running way above the recommended strengths. We’ve funded the planes, use them!”
Halifax noticed that Lloyd, the Health Minister, was maintaining a studied avoidance of either Cross or Stanley, as was Hankey. But he knew that Cross, like Butler, Maxwell-Fyfe, Templewood and Wood, was his man and needed his support. After all, Cross had been an excellent Air Minister, following Halifax’s requirements for a strong UK air defence and acting as a buffer between Prime Minister and the talented but testy Chief of the Air Staff, Air Chief Marshal Sir Hugh Dowding.
“You make an valid point, Wonald; perhaps if we could ask the Austwalians and New Zealanders to send some aircwaft?”
Stanley would later regale his friends and family with the tale of what happened next for many years. Halifax had made an entirely (and rarely) valid point; the Australians had sent some aircraft to the defence of New Guinea, whilst the New Zealanders, rallying to the appeals of their countryman (and newly appointed GOC Commonwealth Forces Malaya) Sir Keith Park, had sent some fighter aircraft to the join the RAF forces in Singapore. But both had ample reserves, and Halifax, fairly aimlessly, had now enquired whether they could contribute to the air defences of Fourth Army’s beachhead. But a sudden moan of weariness erupted from Wood, the beleagured Dominions Secretary, who looked startled.
“I just cannot go back to Canberra and beg for more,” he pleaded, looking aghast. The Cabinet looked at Wood with expression ranging from sympathy (Templewood) to open derision (Eden). Eden replied first.
“Is that why you have still to confirm the size of the Canadian Expeditionary Force?” Eden said this with a tight smile. “Or why we still do not have any South Africans in the area?”
There was bickering, as many of the Halifax loyalists (chief among them Butler) snapped at Eden and the hawks. Stanley and Monckton alone seemed above the tense, angry exchanges with Halifax sitting in the centre of it all looking decidedly miserable.
“Quiet, all you,” Templewood said with forced vigour. “The Prime Minister is trying to speak.”
“Obliged to you, Samuel,” Halifax said in a hushed voice. He looked desperately unhappy. “Why haven’t the Canadians and South Africans been consulted?”
Wood settled back into the chair, a psychological demonstration of his eagerness to be as far away from this questioning as possible. He smiled shyly, nervously. “Well, King in Canada is being very intransigent y’know and then there’s Smuts is South Africa,” he paused, saw that Templewood was encouraging him, and so allowed some confidence to flow back into his speech. “And after all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“No,” Eden, stung by Wood’s tone, snapped first, just beating Hankey and the Financial Secretary to the Treasury, Robert Hudson (a Stanley convert, having been sent to the Treasury to ‘keep a hunter’s eye on the Chancellor’).
Eden’s words were drowned out by Hudson’s outburst. Hudson, who had been content to say very little in any of the debates on the war so far looked furious. A perceptive countryman, he had championed the rural case in financial planning, arguing that agriculture was the ‘bedrock of England’. “Rome might have not have been built in a day, but the Fifth Corps were slaughtered in one!” He pounded the table. “My Lord, I am about to propose a freeze on new municipal works to pay for the proposed expansion to the Air Industries which will hit the cities hard. Meanwhile, the Dominions Secretary cannot even consult the bloody Dominions!” Hudson turned in his seat, turning away in distaste. Wood looked at his shoes.
Templewood, ever the mediator, rose slightly and pointed at Lord Hankey. “Maurice, I understand that you have news...”
“A moment, if I may,” Eden interrupted, smiling a dazzling apology. “But Robert has made a very valid point here; we need to press the Canadians and South Africans. Rab,” he smiled at his arch-rival, “perhaps the Foreign Office could take the reins?”
Butler rolled his eyes. “Well, Sir Alexander Cadogan is currently in Australia before he comes home; I could send him via Cape Town and Canada?” He raised an eyebrow slightly.
Halifax nodded: he liked Cadogan and suspected that the crusty diplomat would perform more ably than the unpredicatble Foreign Secretary. “Please send a message to Sir Alec. Is he coming stwaight home?”
“No, My Lord,” Butler replied, “he’s meeting with General Brooke in Singapore before the good General takes command of his troops.”
“Then could you awwange for a bwiefing to meet him in Singapore. Now, Mauwice, I believe that you have news fwom the Navy?”
Hankey acknowledged the invitation with an inclination of his head. “Prime Minister, I can confirm that a major reinforcement convoy for Nauru has been intercepted by Admiral Vian’s squadron. He estimates that a large number of transports were sunk.”
“Were they loaded?” Templewood looked concerned.
“Yes, Samuel, they were, and when the survivors regroup we think that two divisions’ worth of infantry have been” Hankey paused to find the right word, “removed”.
“Goodness,” Maxwell-Fyfe muttered. “Such loss of life.”
“More men died on ‘D’ and ‘E’ beaches, Home Secretary,” Eden, feeling his men slighted, said pointedly. “Sorry, Maurice, you were talking.”
“Our intelligence suggests that Nauru is garrisoned by Chinese troops. This is the latest indication of a trend amongst the Japanese to garrison their outposts with troops from their puppet regimes.”
“Position the auxiliawies on the fwontiers far fwom home, eh?” Halifax understood the policy and smiled at his classical allusion. “What is the calibre of these twoops?”
Eden flicked his pencil up to indicate that he would respond this question. “Below par, to use the golfing analogy. Not as good as the Japanese infantry.”
“What about the Siamese?”
“So far, the Siamese are proving particularly capable, My Lord.” Eden sensed that more was needed. “In the South, Park and Mansergh have done very very well.”
Halifax was confused. “Why, Anthony, are we so successful in the South, whilst we stwuggle in the North?”
Eden caught the barb and frowned, unhappy at the rebuke. Templewood, valiantly trying to keep the atmosphere at merely tense, looked at Butler. “Rab, I believe that you wanted to brief us?”
“Well, Sam, I didn’t want to, but I probably have to. I believe that the Germans are on the cusp of final victory in Russia.”
“Goodness,” Maxwell-Fyfe muttered, “so soon?”
Halifax was clinging to patience. “Pway tell us, Wab.”
Butler put on his spectacles and looked at his papers. “If you look at the first map from General Menzies’ reports, you’ll see that the fall of Moscow is now confirmed. We believe that the Russians have effected a successful relief of Leningrad...”
Maxwell-Fyfe was intrigued. “But with their capital gone, surely they’ll sue for peace?”
Butler shook his head. “Strangely not. Menzies is not exactly sure how much of the Soviet Government has managed to escape, but from what little we’ve pieced together it seems that Stalin is missing, again, whilst Molotov has fled to the East with a rump of a government.”
“In the South, the situation is even more bleak for the Soviets. Stalingrad has fallen after a short siege and the Crimea is completely overrun. The Germans will, very soon, be in a position to threaten Georgia and Armenia, as well as the frontiers with Turkey and Persia.”
Halifax closed his eyes, and stifled a yawn. “In which case, our diplomatic efforts with the Persians, Turks, Gweeks and Awabians gwow more important. Walter, could you schedule a fwesh wound of meetings. Between me and their wepwesentatives here in London.”
As if it were scripted, Templewood clicked into the tension avoidance role, noting that Butler was looking unhappy at being so publicly excluded. “May I ask, Prime Minister, what your intentions are in relation to Germany?”
“We need to show that we bwing Amewica with us. The Speaker of their Congwess is coming over on a goodwill visit. Wab, please take charge of this meeting. Perhaps a meeting with His Majesty, show that we value the alliance.”
The clock chimed, and Halifax seemed suddenly exhausted. “Gentlemen, with wegard to the war, there is no doubt that Opewation Longbow was a calamity to wank with Norway and Fwance in the last war. I give endorsement to Genewal Bwooke landing with his staff to effect a limited campaign in support of the Chinese; our objectives have to wemain the waising of webellion in China and Indochina, and the using of Fourth Army to welease the pwessure on both Hong Kong and Burma. Thank you, Gentlemen.”
[Game Effect] – In the face of the difficulties of Longbow, the Cabinet take the only real option available, pressing on with the operations on the mainland to achieve the rather nebulous aims of the campaign.
The war news is actually fairly upbeat, Longbow aside. In Burma, the evacuation of the limited gains in Yunnan is completed and Auk’s forces are ready for the return match. The TPs can land Fourth Army on the mainland without interruption and the RAF is doing its bit on all fronts. The Navy has done superbly well by my simply leaving Vian and his boys to destroy the AI’s inevitable attempts to reinforce its new gains. To be fair nothing much else is going on; both the US and Japan AIs seem eeirly happy to ignore each other and the British, after Longbow, can merely plug the gaps and hang on. But Malaya comes to the rescue, with real success with modest forces (3 x British INF and 2 x New Zealand Cavalry) acting with energy and success. Park is in command of this for two reasons: the RAF lack a senior command appointment, so I’ve figured that Cross would lobby for one, and that the NZ Army apparently has Park as a Lt General! To cover this, I put the two together to make a fairly plausible appointment. Keith Park to Halifax’s rescue!
In Russia the Germans are doing really well. The Cabinet finally takes note of this, and Halifax prepares himself (and his henchman Walter Monckton, remember he is Minister without Portfolio) for some sneakly diplomacy.
The bread and butter of this update is the deeply torn Cabinet. I’ve tried to pepper the update with characters who rarely feature, hence Hudson, Headlam, Lloyd and Maxwell-Fyfe. Lord Templewood continues his role as referee/nanny, a role that Halifax seems to be relying upon more and more as the Cabinet’s splits turn nasty. The key players, Eden, Butler, Stanley and Hankey, all have mixed performances and both Wood and Cross are looking exposed and uncomfortable. Expect further sparks as the news about Longbow is fully publicised, and the letters from the War Office start landing on doormats around the UK.
El Pip: The development (rather than replacement) of the Boys Anti-Tank gun is a sign of the haphazard reforms of the British Army and another sign of how Britain is still not really on a war footing.
Nathan Madien: Stewart was an old fashioned Scottish clan leader.
Enewald: To make semi-decent AARs, that’s why!
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Zhuge Liang: Thanks, it just had to happen. And after 200 chapters of trying to be fairly realistic I had to put a hint of silliness in!
Nathan Madien: Very true! And the AI continues to be awful.
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