March 14, 1936
Blum listened to the radio, his fury boiling.
"The Foreign Secretary saw the German Foreign Minister on the 10th March, and addressed to him a grave warning on the Austrian situation and upon what appeared to be the policy of the German Government in regard to it... Late on the 11th March, our Ambassador in Berlin registered a protest in strong terms with the German Government against such use of coercion, backed by force, against an independent State in order to create a situation incompatible with its national independence. Such action, Sir Nevile Henderson pointed out, was bound to produce the gravest reactions, of which it would be impossible to foretell the issue. Earlier that day I made earnest representations in the same sense to the German Minister for Foreign Affairs..."
Chamberlain. The sniveling dog. Blum knew what was coming. Ambassador Corbin had sent on notes from a meeting with Churchill. It seemed like Churchill was the only man in Parliament willing to back Blum.
"Quite apart from this, His Majesty's Government are, and always must be, interested in developments in Central Europe, particularly events such as those which have just taken place..."
Blum knew exactly what all this really meant. It was the balance of power again. Chamberlain and his idealist backers, the clueless bastards. Keep France in line. Make France bleed itself keeping up with the Germans, keep France dependent. So easy to take the brutal, cynical old politics and dress them up in starry words.
"This is not a moment for hasty decisions or for careless words. We must consider the new situation quickly, but with cool judgment... As regards our defense programs, we have always made it clear that they were flexible and that they would have to be reviewed from time to time in the light of any development in the international situation. It would be idle to pretend that recent events do not constitute a change of the kind that we had in mind. Accordingly we have decided to make a fresh review, and in due course we shall announce what further steps we may think it necessary to take."
Blum didn't wait for the hisses and applause, the shouts and demands that passed for debate in the House of Commons. He'd heard enough.
"Due course," he muttered. He shook with rage. To hear this from the radio- that Britain would back down in the name of peace and embarrass his government...
He couldn't act without the British. Without the British, the Czechs refused to commit and Poland was backing away as well. Even if he miraculously got a declaration of war from the Assembly... It'd be the trenches all over again. The humiliation. First the Rhineland, now this.
A knock, and the door opened. A delegation of his Socialists, waiting for the word. He sighed.
"There is no war. We need to save face. Issue a statement; we protest again in the strongest possible terms, insult to the League of Nations, however, Austria in the end an internal German matter, we stand firm in defense of our allies and hope for peace, et cetera. Go, please."
Blum slammed his fist on the table. He called in de Lattre. The General appeared in the doorway.
"De Lattre, I want them hurt. Do you understand? Not just revenge or harsh words. Maybe we can't stop them, but we need to slow them down. I want something effective done, and I want it now."
De Lattre mused for a few seconds. "Prime Minister, I believe I have an opportunity for you."