Chapter VIII: A Balkan Requiem
September 29 - October 17, 1914
The European war at the end of September, with Luxemburg and Montenegro already having been knocked out by the Central Powers. Note the Russian occupation of northern Silesia and impending invasion of East Prussia.
Late September
Our priorities are clear: wrap up the Balkans, push the Bolshevik pig-dogs out of Galicia, and wait for winter, I mean, push and prevail gloriously by Christmas. In the service of this great goal, our last offensive in Macedonia is aimed at eliminating the tattered remnants of the Serbian army, who put up a gallant fight.
Field Marshal Putnik's last stand
At this stage I should like to mention the heroic defence of Serbia conducted by Field Marshal Radomir Putnik. This man resisted the numerically superior Austro-Hungarian forces for two months and sallied forth valiantly, several times defeating larger armies. He was at the helm of his troops throughout the campaign and is truly an honoured foe.
Radomir Putnik
Ultimately, however, his blood, sweat and tears were in vain. Strength is irrelevant. Resistance is futile. We wish to improve ourselves. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service ours.
The end of Serbia
This is a Good Thing. At last we can transfer some troops to hold the Italian front next year, as well as buffer our crumbling lines in the east, where the usual Galician clap-trap is taking place. Austrian attack, Austrian victory, Russian counter-attack, Russian victory, Austrian counter-attack... but let me not spare you the excruciating details:
Back and forth in Stryj
And so on, ad nauseam. Meanwhile the Germans are being forced back in both east and west. In the west, Entente troops have retaken Brussels, whilst in the German East, the Russians have seized Königsberg, Memel and Elbing. This might inspire something of a crisis of confidence in William II and his generals.
Germany forced on the defensive
In mid-October the weather is already sufficiently poor to damp, pun fully intended, future offensive operations. I love the weather, it means it can never be my fault. Anyway,the point I'm trying to make is that the German offensive in the west seems to be drowning in mud and rain.
The weather, mid-October
In this generally dispiriting atmosphere, victories are needed! The joyous dancing in the streets of Vienna at the defeat of Serbia has barely ended when High Command send more troops to the east. I'm actually using strategic redeployment, but the little arrows look more dramatic.
Troop redeployment to the east