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The Crimea…Half a League Onward…….

 

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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Just over a hundred years ago the world went to war, and the stage for it was set by another smaller but no more less significant conflict almost 60 years earlier. It’s a timely reminder – because it was called the Crimean War.

It was a war which altered the balance of power in Europe, and which subsequently led to the assassination in 1914 of Archduke Ferdinand – heir presumptive to the Austro-Hungarian throne. His killer was Gavrilo Princip a Serbian nationalist who wanted the South Serb provinces to break away and be combined into Greater Serbia – or a Yugoslavia – a union of South Slavic countries.

This ultimately led to other European states being dragged in, all vying for their position and alliances, and so it was that the Great War began. This brief introduction, deliberately short on studious analysis is merely to put the Crimean War into context. And we must go even further back from it’s origins to understand how and why the Crimean War began – as far back as the Napoleonic Wars 200 years ago.

2014 commemorated the 100th anniversary of the start of World War One, but last year 2015 also commemorated the 200th anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo and the end of Bonaparte’s dream of a European empire, with he as her emperor.

At the end of the Napoleonic war the great powers  Britain, Russia, Prussia, Austria and France got together in Vienna to try and restore European stability by suppressing revolutionary republics and supporting sensible monarchies. Known as the Treaty of Vienna, it led to 30 years of peace in Europe. By 1845 this peace was showing signs of cracks, principally because of the weakness of the Ottoman-Turkish empire.

Then as now Turkey had one foot in Europe and the other in Asia, or more to the point one foot in European Christian orthodoxy and the other in Islamic Middle East. At this point enters the protagonist, then as now – Russia.

Tsar Nicholas  was keen to take advantage of the weakness of the Ottoman Empire with a view to carve up the European part of Turkey and gain some valuable strategic areas. This effectively would give Russia control of the Dardanelles, the strait which connects the Black Sea to the Aegean, and more famously known today for the disastrous tragic WWI campaign of Gallipoli.

Due to increased Russian aggression, Turkey declared war against Russia in October 1853. A month later the Russian Black Sea fleet destroyed a Turkish squadron at Sinope, a Turkish city on the Black Sea, which galvanised British concerns because it threatened her trade links with Turkey and India.

The French, who had no particular interest in Turkey, chose to ally themselves to Britain because they were still smarting from their defeat by Russia in 1812 (later immortalised in Tolstoy’s “War and Peace” and Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture) and thought that this was their chance to return the bloodied nose.

An ultimatum was issued to Russia to evacuate from the area by March 1854. That month was significant because by then the Baltic ice fields would break up allowing the British to annihilate the Russian fleet should the demand be ignored, which it was. By August the combined Anglo-French fleet took control of the Baltic. Austria subsequently joined the alliance and together contributed to an army of 60,000 to defend Istanbul.

The Russian Tsar ignored the threats (shades of Putin here) and called the bluff. A British plan was formulated to land in the Crimea, and attack Sevastopol with the view of destroying the Russian fleet and the dockyard. What followed was a catalogue of indecision, chess board manoeuvring and glorified Victorian valour which resulted in the Battle of Balaclava and the Charge of the Light Brigade. This astonishing display of bravery, courage (madness some will say) into the “valley of death” as Tennyson penned it, so shocked and frightened the Russians that they never again dared to face the British in the field.

Eventually there was a victory of sorts, and the Russians accepted defeat, the demilitarisation of the Black Sea, and for a time the European settlement of the “Turkish Question”. With the 1856 Treaty of Paris, (as with all face-saving treaties of this kind) Russia went home to lick her wounds with a modicum of compensation.

That’s what it’s all about and that’s why the defeated always walk away with a prize of sorts. Political expediency, diplomacy and conciliation make the world go around, regardless of the pain and suffering to get there in the first place. It’s easy to start something, but damned difficult to end something. A lesson we never seem to learn.

Today Russia is on the aggressive ascendancy, and Turkey seeks a political route to European Union membership through clever compromise and negotiation regarding the current mass refugees crisis. History may be the past, but it is also the present and the future, and we ignore it at our peril.

See also Bardiness: Florence Nightingale

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March 7, 2016 Posted by | Culture, Current Affairs, Education, Europe, Events, History, Politics, Religion, The Flashman Papers, Travel, United Kingdom, World War I | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Never in the Field of Human Conflict………

ChurchillIt was Great Britain which provided the inspiration to the founders of the Modern Olympics.

That legacy in this 30th Olympiad has come home. Whilst the official language is French, it is the dominance of the English language which turns the world on its axis.

In this world where China is flexing her muscles, where Russia plays dangerous games, it is the free democratic nations of the world which provide the light. Would you want to live in a world dominated by China or Russia – in sport or elsewhere?

If the European Union competed as one entity it would rule the world. UK, Germany, France, Italy, Holland, Spain, Denmark, Sweden, Ireland, Norway – have a combined gold medal total far greater than that of the China.

Yet their combined population is considerably less than China's 1.5Billion – indeed the population of the EU is similar to the USA.

Of course the EU consist of separate countries, with different languages, but they are free democratic ones also.

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August 12, 2012 Posted by | Culture, Current Affairs, Education, Europe, Events, History, Olympic Games, Politics, Sport, United Kingdom, USA | , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The (dis)United Nations….

 

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What, one may well wonder, is the United Nations for when two of its permanent members can veto the overriding will of the majority thereby making the organization effectively impotent?

It comes as no surprise that the two in question are none other than Russia and China. Nor is it a surprise that China is keen to rub noses with their Russian neighbours with whom they look forward to strengthening relations, and between them they may hope to be able to contain and influence a wayward and volatile North Korea.

Yet Russia as usual still thinks there is a cold war going on, and as a country which has historically held close ties with Syria, they are keen not to upset the status quo.

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February 6, 2012 Posted by | Current Affairs, Education, Events, Politics, Religion | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Flashman and Afghanistan – plus the Bush, Blair, Obama & Cameron “Barber Shop Quartet”..

Flashmanjpg I am re-reading the first Flashman Packet – Flashmanedited by the genius that was George Macdonald Fraser.

I have read all of the packets except Flashman and The Tiger. It was not the last one published, but it was the last in chronological order of Flashman's adventurers – and although I have the book on my shelf, I have deliberately not read it as yet.

I'm just not ready to end the story. GMF died in 2008, and there was high hopes that he would write another installment of the "poltroon, cowardly liar, and cheat" and anti-hero which have enthralled the reading public for the last 40 years.

Whilst I may have left "Flashman" for some rest, I did not abandon Fraser per se and have read most of his other works in recent years, such as Mr American, an evocative, slow, and outstanding aspect of England on the cusp of change – one that stepped from the Victorian to the Edwardian era.

Indeed, the elderly Flashman makes a brief appearance, losing none of his roguish and outrageous behaviour even in his twilight years.

Quartered Safe Out Here was Fraser's autobiography of life as a soldier fighting the Japanese in the jungles of Burma. It is notable that it was from the squaddies perspective, a no-hold barred account of camaraderie in an environment of hell.

Contrast that with Fraser's remarkable wit which he displayed in The Pyrates, which was sheer escapism and a homage to the 1940's and 50's Hollywood portrayals of pirates buckling and swashing with derring doing on the high seas, where "men were men and women knew it".

The Steel Bonnets was a brilliant historical record of the Border Reavers – those that fought and died on the English-Scottish borders in the 18th century.

Black Ajax was another great read – but that deserves a seperate post.

In later life Fraser vented his frustration and anger at the New Labour government in The Lights out at Signpost which was a lament at what his country had become, and the chinless wonders which ran it.

When he wrote his first Flashman novel in 1969, which berated the folly of the First Afghan War and the stupidity of some Victorian generals and diplomats, he could not have imagined that his country would become embroiled there yet again – after all the painful lessons learned.

He berated Bush and Blair, and was furious that Britain's knowledge of Afghanistan was so easily brushed aside by the neo-con US republicans, and with the full consent of the then UK Prime Minister.

Speaking in 2006 he said "Tony Blair is not just the worst prime minister we've ever had, but by far the worst prime minister we've ever had. It makes my blood boil to think of the British soldiers who've died for that little liar."

In our politically correct world, the views of GMF are considered extreme right wing, particularly from the wet liberal establishment. He described the British Empire as "the greatest thing that ever happened to an undeserving world".

Yet it cannot be denied that the British fought two Afghan Wars in the 19th century (1839-1842 & 1878-1880), and realised that it was a country that cannot be tamed or changed. The geography, the culture, the wealth of knowledge accumulated during those times have not altered. Even the Russians realised that – 100 years later.

But Bush and Blair chose to ignore it. In 1837 the British – fearing (falsely) a Russian encroachment to reach India – placed a puppet ruler in Afghanistan. But he controlled Kabul only, and the various tribes elsewhere merely bided their time, and took payment from the British to remain calm.

The tribes controlled the Kyber Pass, and the British needed that pass to prevent the perceived Russian threat. The British governor thought that cuts could be made, so reduced the payments to the tribal leaders at which point they chose to rebel. The British ended up fighting the Afghans – not the Russians – and suffered their worst defeat. "The Retreat from Kabul" is well documented.

Today, ensconced in Kabul is another puppet – re-enforced by the USA and Britain – his name is Hamid Karzai and he is as helpless as Shah Shujah who the British appointed for the same role 170 years earlier. 

Outside of Kabul the tribal machinations gather and plot – waiting and watching, ready to strike. The weapons may have changed, the information technology is more advanced, but the Afghan has not changed. Afghanistan has not changed since the first British soldier set foot upon it in 1838.

Which brings me back to the first "Flashman" novel. When I first read it, apart from it being an entertaining read, the story of the First Afghan War was just an educational history lesson crucial to the plot. But that was before 911, Bin Laden, and the Blushairite Laws of Global Stability.

Reading it again, the author (Flashman or GMF – choose as you will) had created a fictional observer in a factual event who has undertook methodical research about Afghanistan and British policy during a certain time in history.

Bush has gone, Blair has gone, and we now have Cameron and Obama. Two more actors on the stage – both pretend to be tough, both pretend to connect – yet both are as useless as their predecessors. I don't know which is as bad as each other, but they would all make a great barber shop quartet.

Recently the Guardian permitted a Flashman response to some references of David Cameron being likened to himself:

"There's been some rum talk in recent days of a squirt called David Cameron matching up to Harry Flashman. The cheek, I say! Only this week at prime minister's question time – still the same old nonsense, never changes, not since Gladstone's day – that young chap Edward Miliband announced "Flashman is back". Well, how do you think Flashy felt about that?

This Cameron has pink cheeks, slick hair and I'd bet two shillings to the pound he's never been further east than Calais.

I know the type – seen it all before – costly school, well-connected friends, stuffed full of prim nonsense about the nobility of society and now, just because he cracked some damn-fool joke in the House of Commons, everyone thinks he's a proper bully.

I know a man when I see one and that Cameron has never run away from a fight over the hills of Kandahar and it's an insult to Flashy to suggest I'm anything like him.

I've half a mind to search out young Miliband and trounce him (I served his older brother once, out in Kabul during the Helmand campaign, and know that family always ducks a challenge).

No doubt I'm uncharitable, but Westminster seems to be run by a gang of chaps without hair on their chin who've never done a hard day's work in their life. I say to hell with the lot of them – though there is one, the Hon Gideon George Osborne, who's more my type, got a spark in his eyes, out for what he can get.

If there's a Flashman among all of them in the Commons, it's him.

Yours etc,

Harry Flashman"

 

August 21, 2011 Posted by | Books, Culture, Current Affairs, Education, History, The Flashman Papers | , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

   

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