Chapter 109, Boodle’s, London, 24 January 1941
Halifax froze into a forced smile as he, Walter Elliot, Lord Derby, the Duke of Gloucester and Joe Kennedy had their photograph taken. Derby, presiding over this dinner to bid farewell to one American Ambassador and to welcome another, chuckled in good humour at one of Kennedy’s wise-cracks and nodded amiably at Butler as the Foreign Secretary, keen to be in the ‘thick of the action’, closed in on the Prime Minister. Halifax didn’t feel up to this dinner; he had found Kennedy a tiresome envoy whose controversial statements (gleefully made, Halifax felt, to raise eyebrows in the British political establishment) had given Halifax much to worry about.
This tiresome showman will be soon be gone; I for one will not miss his probing of my tolerances, Halifax thought ruefully, then looked at the cheerful Harry Hopkins, Roosevelt’s personal choice to represent his views in London, and struggled to make an impression on the man.
He seems an astute observer, content to watch and wait. A cunning hunter indeed, though as a man he is unimpressive. As the Ambassador, lank hair and bow tie not quite right, and drawing heavily upon a cigarette nodded politely to the Prime Minister, Halifax withdrew from Kennedy and his group, so desperate was he to avoid Kennedy’s usual sparring debates. Kennedy, shrugging at the Prime Ministerial weariness, turned instead to tease Butler.
“Well Rab, what’s up with Hal?”
Butler raised a hand in frustration, as if to stave off an attack before it came. “Dammed if I know, Joe. Our gallant Viscount has been sombre of late. I think he’s worried about Europe, as usual.”
“What’s wrong with Europe. You’ve given the Germans the nod to rampage throughout the place, let ‘em get on with it. Even Eden realised that you couldn’t beat them. Not your fight, anyway. Everybody knows that!”
“Ah, but that’s just it. Rumour has it,” Butler said this with relish, enjoying the gossip, “that our good peer has been summoned by HM to fully brief him on the world situation.”
“But I thought the King was still in Sandringham? You mean I went all the way up there for nothing?” Kennedy, who had hated the drive from London to rural Norfolk, scowled.
“He’ll be back in London next week. And he has told the PM that he expects a full briefing. Rumour has it that the King is unhappy.”
“What with?”
Butler sighed; the storyteller had come to the end of his tale and had no more gossip to offer. “I don’t know, probably the Army expansion.”
“Well he’s got a point,” Kennedy agreed, apparently possessing an opinion on every subject. “How many divisions y’got? The Germans have got-”
“I’m not sure it’s how many, it’s what
type,” Butler said tartly, pulling a pile of newspapers from a bureau table. He flicked through the pages of
The Times, found the article he was looking for and thrust it at Kennedy. “Motorised divisions, man and machine riding to war together, Dominion and Briton alike. HM is apparently very concerned.”
Kennedy squinted through his spectacles. “Why?”
“He feels we’re narrowing ourselves to Europe. This is a very heavy force.”
Kennedy was incredulous. “Alright, Rab, even if he is right you should have had this conversation ten years ago. Who is his source?”
“You mean, apart from Leslie bloody Hore-Belisha? Probably Anthony, for he’s fed up of Dill’s focus on the European theatre.”
“Wow,” said Kennedy, whistling softly. “I never thought that I would agree with Anthony Eden!”
“You forget, Joe, that Anthony is obsessed with the Mediterranean. He has nightmares of Mussolini’s hordes overrunning the desert.”
Kennedy chuckled. Walter Elliot, MP a known Halifax loyalist (and bearing a passable resemblance to that other Walter, Walter Monckton) breezed by. “You two look very controversial, conspiring here.” He spoke with a soft, lilting Scottish accent. “What do you make of Ambassador Hopkins?” He asked the question slightly cheekily, playing Kennedy at his own game.
Kennedy was about to make a comment when Butler chimed in. “I’m sure Ambassador Hopkins will be a success,” Butler said carefully, jealously aware that Elliot had the ear of the Prime Minister. Kennedy swore, directly, bluntly and effectively, causing Butler to cough in surprise. Elliot beamed and moved on.
“I tell you Joe, you’re leaving at the right time. I’m not all together sure that we’re in good shape. That creeping little turd is tipped to join me in the FO,” he gestured with a thumb to Elliot. “I don’t know what game the PM is playing but I deserve better than that.”
“He’s an Empire man isn’t he?”
“Elliot, oh yes undoubtedly. Full of hope for the Commonwealth. He keeps badgering us about Canada and South Africa, saying we should listen to their views. And after Winston and this Commonwealth Fleet nonsense,” Butler wearily shook his head. Churchill had recently spoken in the Commons in favour of moving the Pacific squadrons of Britain, Australia, New Zealand and Canada under one unified command in Hong Kong. He had also argued for an American ‘squadron of communication’, a clever ploy that would ensure that should Japan attack the Fleet, she would also be attacking ships flying the flag of the USN. It had immediately drawn a panicked denunciation from Butler and swift letters of correction to the Dominion High Commissioners.
“Maybe you should,” Kennedy said pointedly. “Beaverbrook and his gang are looking to Washington not Whitehall,” he smiled, pleased at the alliteration.
“Yes, but regardless of Winston and his hyperbole if a war broke out the fleets would work together anyway. Of course we want the Canadians working with us. And you Americans should keep your noses out.”
“Hey, Canada’s yours, of course. But we understandably have an interest into everything that goes on there. But maybe Beaverbrook has a point. I’ve heard more from him than I have from Woolton.”
“It’s early days yet, Wooly will pull through,” Butler replied, not sounding as if he cared.
“If I can help, Rab, you can always count on my support.”
It was so generous, so unhesitant, that Butler looked to see whether Kennedy was jesting. His earnest expression convinced Butler that he was not. “Kind of you, Joe,” he offered with his hand. The two men shook hands.
“And watch Hopkins. He has a direct line to FDR,” Kennedy said as the two men proceeded to dinner, a wistful tone in his voice.
“So do you Joe, and from what our Embassy sends us your eldest son has done well out of it, or rather he will do. What did the President want?”
“My support,” he said bitterly. “In exchange for support to Joe.”
“Ah,” said Butler, understanding. “But has the father still an ambition?”
Kennedy’s smile said it all. Chuckling, the two men went into dinner.
[Game Effect] – One of those diplomatic-style tediums which covers a lot of ground.
I am indebted, as ever, to Nathan Madien for assisting this very English Englishman with his detailed knowledge of US politics. In the real 1940s Kennedy by late ’40 was in trouble; remarks made about democracy and the future of both Europe and the UK made his continued presence in London undesirable. With the help of Nathan Madien, who carefully steered me away from a Wendell Willkie Wonderland, Hopkins is the new US Ambassador to the Court of St James, a choice I immediately agreed upon and which no doubt will cause Halifax further grumpiness. He found Kennedy excessively ‘Tiresome’ (a word he used for pretty much anything he disliked) and will initially struggle, I think to get to grips with Hopkins. Kennedy, meanwhile, will go home and groom his eldest son (who, at the minute, is alive – and who knows whether he will survive whatever the Japs unleash) for high office whilst keeping the door open to his own career. I think that in this AAR he will be in a better position to get something for himself and his family: America is not nervously aiding Britain and his criticism of Britain and the British may actually be popular back home. Though I loath Kennedy and all that he stands for I have to be balanced I think that his assessment of the Halifax Government’s performance is unfortunately fairly accurate; Canada and South Africa have been sidelined and Beaverbrook and Mackenzie King are clearly looking, as Kennedy put it, “to Washington rather than Whitehall”. Churchill (still clearly active) and his reasonable suggestion for a united Commonwealth Naval force has met with difficulty; I doubt very much that Butler would have the interest or moral fibre to take this forward. And so another blunder is made by the FO and the Dominions (well, South Africa and Canada anyway – I think that Australia and New Zealand would actually be quite pro-Halifax) further annoyed.
Walter Elliot (another Walter!) makes his first appearance. A regular dining pal of Halifax’s, he’s not yet a minister - I’ve tried to avoid falling back on making only Halifax’s friends cabinet ministers and he is, at present, one of Halifax’s key contacts with the backbenchers (and also, conveniently, he is available for any ministerial vacancy that could offer itself). Expect to see him parachuted into a department if Halifax is forced to make an unexpected reshuffle.
I’ve mentioned the re-organisation of the British Army a number of times, and now at last we see some of its scope. Essentially I tried to be reasonably ‘in keeping’ with the spirit of the Royal Commission’s findings, and the British will go to war with a lot of ARM, MOT and eventually MEC divisions. I did spew out some INF, and of course there’s a small force of Royal Marines forming, but a future BEF will be a Eurocentric force designed to ‘
britzkrieg’ the enemy. Eden’s Med obsessions aside, Dill and Gort both suffered the ignominy of the Fall of France first-hand, and both, I think, would be dominated by this experience. As has been pointed out, this is great for fighting in Europe, the Middle East (to a point) and possibly the plains of India, but for the steamy jungles of Burma Dill’s panzers are not really suitable. This may be the reason for the King’s summons to his First Minister, we’ll see if it is in the next update.
TheExecuter: The Empire will certainly be at war, in a slightly ridiculous way that I have had great fun crafting a story around. I’m trying to show how building tensions would be viewed by the British, still rather impotent but at least showing some signs of activity.
Atlantic Friend: Funnily enough, that’s the approach most Brits take abroad with English!
Trekaddict: It’s odd how education systems volte face every so often. When I was at school we studied Latin, French and (very much in third) German. Apparently they learn all sorts of languages now.
Kurt_Steiner: But will Japan go for Britain? The Dutch East Indies are arguably more tempting as they are alone in the world with their mother country overrun. The French, in Indochina are also a tempting prize. Would Tokyo view a strongly isolationist Britain as not worth the bother (Halifax’s hope) or as a rich prize easily taken (as feared by the Royal Navy?).
Trekaddict: Another oddity is how an accent in a foreign tongue (I’m of course thinking of English here) stems from one’s teacher, and how it sometimes runs deeper. At university we had a number of students from Brunei. Those learning from those bastions of Empire (the BBC, English teachers, the Oxford English Dictionary) were of course more English than the English. Those learning from US resources were very American, both in outlook and accent.
BritishImperial: And following on from that thought it is humbling and a little bizarre when native speakers slaughter our glorious tongue. Sorry to sound like such a traditionalist but that’s the National Curriculum for you!
Enewald: I think that Monckton sees Britain’s impotence in Eastern Europe – the deals will be made and broken regardless of British involvement. Whilst this was true in the real 1940 to a degree, the lack of a cohesive foreign policy is crippling the Ambassadors and it is left to individual diplomats (personified by Clark in South Africa and Monckton in Berlin) to do their best for British interests.
Atlantic Friend: I love the way in which languages reflect culture (or vice versa). I have to confess my schoolboy French is now creaking beyond hope of salvation.
Trekaddict: Oh please Lord not
Harry Potter. I’m afraid it never captured my interest – though I have made a stab at one of the books and suffered the horrors of one of the films I find it hopelessly awful. I lost two hours to that film, two hours that I will never get back…
Nathan Madien: I have, perhaps, been simplistic in assuming that the Germans and Russians would plough on with the economic deal as they did in reality, certainly the question has to be asked whether Russia would want to go ahead now that she is the obvious next target for German aggression. But I actually think that at this period Moscow believes the tripe about shared co-existence and would be more, not less, eager to prop up the Reich’s economy. As for the British, at present I genuinely think that Berlin does not view Britain as a threat. Perhaps if Labour had won the election, or if Halifax steps down (which, barring a war, he probably will do) after a suitable time in office, then Germany would reassess her policy on the Empire.
Atlantic Friend: The Hobbit! Now there’s a book! Thorin Oakenshield, Smaug, MARVELLOUS! Ahem. Back to the AAR, one of the longer-term legacies of my research is that I can bore incessantly on trivia about minor British politicians. Where else but this lunacy of a story would Hankey, Monckton and co find such glory?!
Atlantic Friend: I have to confess the tapping bit was fun to craft – sneaky Germans keeping their eyes (or ears I guess) on Halifax’s man in Berlin.
Trekaddict: Really? I had no idea that globalisation had overgrown so much. I remember in Norfolk ( the Virginia one) last year, the fun I had trying to buy books on the War of 1812. The assistant (delightfully helpful, not like bloody Waterstones!), a charming girl (again, not like bloody Waterstones!) took me to a shelf that was, title for title, almost exactly the same as the books on offer in the UK. It was the same for the Napoleonics, though I have to confess that I didn’t ask for any of the Halifax biographies.
Oh yes and – the ‘book of the week’?
Sharpe’s bloody
Fury.
Atlantic Friend: …and clearly the situation exists in France as well.
Kurt_Steiner/BritishImperial/Enewald/Nathan Madien/Morsky: Glad you liked the 'funnies'.