The Drama of Three Hundred and Sixty Five Days/The Part Played by the British Navy
THE PART PLAYED BY THE BRITISH NAVY
Perhaps the first of the flashes as of lightning
by which we have seen the drama of the past
365 days is that which shows us the part played
by the British Navy. What a part it has been!
Do we even yet recognize its importance? Have
our faithful and loyal Allies a full sense of its
tremendous effect on the fortunes of the
campaign? On Sunday, August 2, two days before
the dispatch of Great Britain's ultimatum to
Germany, we saw thousands of our naval reserve
flying off by special boats and trains to their
ships on our east and south coasts. On Monday,
August 3, the British Navy had taken possession
of the North Sea.
It was a legitimate act of peace, yet never in this world was there a more complete, if bloodless, victory. The great German North Sea fleet, which (according to a calculation) had been constructed at a cost of £300,000,000 sterling, to keep open the seas of the world to German trade; the fleet which had, in our British view, been built with the sole purpose of menacing British shores, was shut up in one day within the narrow limits of its own waters!
In the light of what has happened since it is not too much to say that if the British Fleet had taken up its cue only forty-eight hours later the north coast of France would have been bombarded, every town on our east coast from Aberdeen to Dover would have been destroyed, and Lord Roberts's prophecy of German invasion would have been fulfilled. But, thank God, the watch-dogs of the British Navy were there to prevent that swift surprise. They are there (or elsewhere) still, silently riding the grey waters in all seasons and all weathers, waiting and watching and biding their time, and meanwhile (in, spite of the occasional marauding of submarines, the offal of fighting craft) keeping the oceans free to all ships except those of our enemies. And now, when we hear it said, as we sometimes do, that Great Britain holds only thirty-five miles of land on the battle-front in Flanders, let us lift our heads and answer, "Yes, but she holds thirty-five thousand miles of sea."