(Morning)
'What the hell was that?' Chamberlain blurted out as the dull rumble of an explosion filtered into the cabinet room, where he was reviewing the cabinet agenda. He picked up the telephone in a tired fashion.
'Get Sir Phillip Game (Commissioner of Metropolitan Police) on the telephone please.' Oliver Stanley came into the room, his large frame coming down heavily on a chair.
'Prime Minister, the Foreign Office has just received a communication from Dublin. They have informed us that “due to unassailable differences and the desires of the Irish people to see a single, united Ireland under a single, Irish government of social liberty and union, the army of the United Ireland has undertaken action to rectify the current situation, endorsed by the Free Irish government.”' Stanley read quickly.
'So, assuming that the explosion we just heard was not the result of an accident, we can anticipate that it was the work of these Irish?' Chamberlain mused.
'As much as it pains me to say so Prime Minister, that appears to be the case.' Stanley said, his energy expended.
'I have called the Metropolitan Police Commissioner. They are getting things organized. You can here them now – you can even see the dull gray smoke rising. Seems like they targeted the front of the admiralty building. I wonder if anyone was killed? What are our options Oliver?' Chamberlain mused now.
'We can condemn it, issue statements against it and call on the Dublin government to cease reinforcements and support of these terrorists.' Stanley said, his inexperience in foreign affairs being highlighted. Chamberlain replied bluntly
'I'll make a statement in the House, provided nothing else happens.' Stanley stood on.
'Got the report of about the Marco Polo bridge incident in China?' Stanley said as Chamberlain shook his head.
'Well nothing to worry about. Cooler heads prevailed and war was avoided.'
(Afternoon)
'What the hell is going on at the war office? Has someone cracked a fit or gone mad?' Chamberlain said through the telephone.
'It appears thats more than bombs in the capital Prime Minister. Military formations, including mounted infantry, backed by artillery have pushed across the border with force, and are actively inciting open revolt in support of the Southern military invasion.' Sir Thomas Inskip said from the War Office.
'Not a mistake, not possibly an accident?' Chamberlain was bordering on naïve to think so.
'Well its a very organized accident Prime Minister if I may so.' Inskip replied, the hushed sounds of the war office in action could well be heard.
'Keep me informed of the situation. Tell Sir Cyril to maintain control of the situation. I will be on the phone with Lord Craigavon and make sure he hasn't done anything rash. After the house, I will be conducting an emergency meeting here in the cabinet room.' Chamberlain said, realizing that the situation was spiraling out of control.
Eden entered and looked at Chamberlain, and stared back at his Chancellor.
'My dear Anthony, we have truly began the descent into the abyss from which we cannot climb out of. These events have spiraled out of all control, through no fault of our mind you, but alas we cannot be both the master and the servant at the same time, both reacting and determining to the course of time. I do not want war, nor do the British people. I shall be making a speech to the house, then I shall broadcast an address to the British people from Broadcasting House. His Majesty will be most disappointed that calm has not been maintained, and I will leave it to him if he decides to return from his tour of the far east. As I speak Anthony, their armies, or whatever their military machinations can be called are marching across the border, towards a United Ireland. Sir Cyril and his armies are resisting their advance – how well we do not yet know. The War Office, Admiralty and Air Ministry, hardly prepared for the events of the past day, no one could have foreseen them happening, god willing that such a thing be precipitated. So Anthony, as we send Britain's sons to die in the fields of Ireland, for what? What will this generation die for? In twenty five, fifty or even a hundred years from now, what will they say about me? Will they say that I was to led this generation into the battle strewn fields of war and destitution?'
(Early Evening)
The House of Commons rapidly filled with members, words were hushed and full of anticipation. The nation read of the blasts in the evening papers, but few knew of the greater tragedy occurring in Ireland. Once the house settled, the Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain stood and began to speak.
'I do not propose to say many words concerning the situation this evening to the House. Once the session has finished, I intend to broadcast to the British people the terrible burden that has been placed upon their shoulders. As the members of the house will note, there has been this morning a number of blasts, indeed one not far from here launched in a callous and vicious attack on the British people from those of the so called Free Ireland. Along with these blasts, an organized and deliberate attack from the south of Ireland by military forces has taken place. From these sour grapes of wrath and war, we wish to not respond likewise, we wish that that the wines of peace and prosperity could mature, alas as the troops from the South of Ireland cross the Anglo-Irish frontier, we the British people have been propelled into a conflict, from which we cannot escape – yet do not shy away from. As of their deliberate attacks this afternoon, it is my somber duty to inform the house and the British people, that by no fault of British policy or action, a state of hostility has been established by the South of Ireland against the United Kingdom.'
(Past Midnight)
Coffee and biscuits were being served in the cabinet room. Sir Henry Creedy
(Permanent Secretary to the War Office) was constantly on the telephone, scribbling messages and passing them on. Sir Maurice Hanky
(Permanent Secretary to the Cabinet)was coordinating the meetings. The essential members were there, along with the Chief of the Imperial General Staff and his subordinates.
'Alright, its getting late. What are the military responses, assuming that Sir Cyril does his job properly?' Chamberlain mused.
'We need information. Aerial photography. We will call up the reserves of the Royal Navy and the Metropolitan Royal Air Force. We'll send out a cruiser from Liverpool once she is ready and send out reconnaissance aircraft from Wales and the Midlands. Once we know what and who is where, then we can act.' Chamberlain said whilst Churchill and Sir John Dill raised their voices to each other.
'Well, I suggest everyone get some rest. Its going to be a long day tomorrow.'