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Notes by Alastair Wilson "Destroyers at Jutland" Notes on the Text |
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I had a boy down to lunch with me the other day, about four days after the little affair at Horn Reef [the name by which the battle was first known]. He was a captain of a destroyer and, not until we had half finished our meal, did he tell us incidentally, that he had been through the business and had towed a disabled destroyer home. The destroyer is a class apart. After the fight they talked to each other exactly like men after a battue [a drive in game-shooting]. “How many shots did you fire?” How many birds did you get?” They got a good many. In one case, one boy had to let a flying cruiser go. (The light cruisers were bolting all across one flotilla like flushed partridges). He daren’t fire for fear his own torpedo would explode in its tube”.This quote has been given at length because it shows Kipling’s attitude towards the battle, and it may be suggested that the idea of writing up the destroyer actions came from Kipling, as much as from the Admiralty. Kipling’s assessment of Wilhelmshaven being 'full of unusable machinery' was not an unreasonable remark – although the British suffered greater losses of ships, the damage inflicted on the Germans was more widespread. Excerpts from other letters show that Kipling received two other visits from naval officers at this time and before the Jutland articles were completed. The Batemans Visitors Book, quoted in Pinney, shows that they were all destroyer men; amongst them was Lieutenant ‘Joe’ Beckett (later Captain W.N.T. Beckett, and a personal friend of King George V – see Fabulous Admirals, Geoffrey Lowis, Putnam, London, 1957, p 259 et seq.), whom Kipling undoubtedly found congenial and a mine of information and naval language.
[Kipling misunderstood what he had been told – a torpedo is not armed (capable of detonating) until it has travelled 200 yards from the point of discharge: in this case, the range was so close that the torpedo would not have been armed by the time it reached its target, and so would not have exploded – waste of one torpedo: Ed.]
Judge how close the two ships were. And they missed – the Huns missed - at two hundred yards with salvoes of 4 and 6 inch stuff! It was a holy mess. What annoyed my friend when he came back to port, thinking, as he said: “We’d rather done our little bit” was to be received in dead silence by the natives of a “beaten fleet”. It was that immortal First Despatch. Some day I shall tell you about it and you shall decide whether National Temperament isn’t tenfold more bewildering to the enemy than acquired machiavellianism. I haven’t met any of the big ship men but I am told they didn’t do so badly. Wilhelmshaven is full of unusable machinery and there is stuff at the bottom of the North Sea which will have to be fished up one of these days.
I have a theory – I haven’t developed it to anyone but you – that knowing the Hun would make a tremendous victory of it whatever happened; knowing also that he was fighting off his own shore where he could cover up his losses and get way with his lame ducks – our authorities decided to let him have all the victory he wanted to advertise, and to take the chances (which of course were a certainty) of his people being more knocked out by the gradual leakage of facts than our people would be by the “inspissated gloom” of Despatch No. 1. As I have frequently remarked – we are a brutal people where our own feelings are concerned.
Our charming child, demonstrating on the table cloth with knives and bits of bread, a position of variegated peril through which he had lately passed, wound up his tale with: “Of course if I’d got her (‘she’ was a Hun ship) it would have meant promotion for me and I rather wanted to get her because I want a bigger destroyer to command. My present one is too wet for my taste.” As it was someone else “got her” and the consequent promotion. My friend merely drove her towards his friend. He says it was like chasing a hare.
As a compensation, there blew in, in the afternoon on a motor byke (sic), an enormously fat Navy Lieutenant – a complete stranger so far as any man is a stranger these days – full of immortal tales all told in the Naval Tongue. Had been blown up in the Amphion: and had been in four or five naval actions as well as having had to take a German trawler home with a mutinous Hun crew. He was all Marryatt translated into steam and petrol. He held us breathless or weak with laughter and then, after supper, disappeared on his roaring 7 h.p. Indian [a make of motor-cycle] into the warm descending rain. I thought I knew most navy types but this was strange in my experience. He was a destroyer boy by profession [at this time, he was the First Lieutenant of the destroyer Legion] - what he called ‘The Black Navy’ which is a brand apart. They do not like submarines and will not be cruisers or battleships. They are just “The Black Navy”.This part opens with an untitled poem, later entitled "My Boy Jack", and subtitled ‘1914-18’. It has often been suggested that the poem is a reference to his son John, of whose fate he was at this time unsure, although he accepted that he was dead. And, of course, in writing such a poem, at such a time, he must have had John and the circumstances of John’s death in his mind. But, since the poem was written to introduce a work about a sea-battle in which the British lost nearly 7,000 men, it may be suggested that it was more a memorial for those whose bodies lay entombed on the bed of the North Sea in the wrecks of the Invincible, Queen Mary, Indefatigable, Warrior, Black Prince, Tipperary, Ardent, Fortune, Sparrowhawk, Shark, Turbulent, Nestor and Nomad.
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I - STORIES OF THE BATTLE | |
| [Heading] | "THREE DESTROYERS" | |
| [Heading] | "LUCK" | |
| [Heading] | "TOWING UNDER DIFFICULTIES" | |
| [Heading] | "USEFUL EMPLOYMENT" | |
| [Heading] | "RAMMING AN ENEMY CRUISER" | |
| [Heading] | "THE ART OF IMPROVISING" | |
| [Heading] | "ASKING FOR TROUBLE" | |
| [Heading] | "A YOUNG OFFICER'S LETTER" | |
| [Heading] | "SAVED BY A SMOKESCREEN" | |
| [Heading] | "AN AFFAIR IN THE NORTH SEA" | |
| [Heading] | "A “CHILD’S” LETTER" | |
Not the great nor well-bespoke,The last two verses resonate strangely today. It may be suggested that there are few of 'our children' (or great-, or great-great-grandchildren) who today understand:
But the mere uncounted folk
Of whose life and death is none
Report or lamentation.”
When and how our fateNor, when the “Great War” was over was the earth 'new-born', nor did the men involved think of themselves as 'heroes and demi-gods', nor 'the saviours of mankind'. But they did 'rather think that they had done their bit, too' (Kipling, quoting Lieutenant Commander Lyon, in his letter to Andrew McPhail (Pinney Pinney (Ed.) Letters lVJune 15 1916).
Was changed, and by whose hand.
| [Heading] | "HOW IT IS DONE" | |
| [Heading] | "THE SILENT NAVY" | |