The Sound of Drums - A British Hearts of Iron II AAR
Part Fifty-Seven
7th November - 1st December 1940
E350tb was staring at his desk at RAF Uxbridge while German bombers flew overhead. He was wondering if he could be thankful for them, for their arrival had interrupted a rather stormy telephone conversation he had been having with the Prime Minister. For over two hours they had discussed (the Air Chief wondered if that was too polite a word) the current status of the air campaign after nearly a month of going over to the offensive.
“You can hardly expect instant results,” e350tb had said, an hour and a half ago. “Our lads have been so used to simply intercepting the enemy over friendly soil they’re not used to having to spend half an hour flying south before hitting the jerries.” He resisted the urge to point out most RAF pilots hadn’t even
seen the English Channel in five months, at least not from the air.
The Prime Minister’s problem was, as far as e350tb was concerned, was that he needed results from somewhere, and the air offensive was the only possible campaign that could deliver. North Africa had been wrapped up well before the projected time, and Italy had been written off for at least a year. Norway was trapped in a stalemate, as was the Battle of the Mediterranean. All that was left was to defeat the Luftwaffe at their own game.
Defenders of England
And on paper it looked good. The German air force equalled the RAF in size, and despite their practice of larger groups (the Luftwaffe preferred 4 air wings in a group to the RAF’s 3) would consistently fail to win any engagement. The difficulty was that the Luftwaffe had, until the fall of France, always meant to be a defensive organisation. As such they finally came into their element when e350tb had ordered an attack.
It had been
expected that the RAF could clear the German fighter screen within a month, or at worst force it to withdraw to the interior or suffer heavy losses. It had been
expected that Bomber Command could begin runs on the industrialised Rhineland by late November. Politicians loved expected results, e350tb thought darkly, they could just never separate them from
actual results.
The offensive, since it had begun on the 5th November, had failed to push past the English Channel thanks to the German defence, and the one strategic bomber attack at Essen had seen minimal damage to the city and horrendous damage to the planes. Intelligence had been unable to verify if they had even hit Essen! Any chance of future bomber attacks were cancelled indefinitely, to be resumed depending on which side won the fighter battle.
E350tb’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden rap on the door, and he managed to quickly compose himself as LordKestrel let himself in. The cancellation of the bomber raids had meant his job had become pretty unnecessary, and he had slipped into the simultaneous role of Air Defence Chief, which was really little more than analysing and reporting on the German raids to e350tb.
“Usual stuff, chief.” Lord Kestrel said, handing over a report. “They let loose a few bombs in east London, but were pretty much scattered before they could do any heavy damage.”
German bombers over London
E350tb glanced over the report, which was no more than a few hastily scribbled notes on the battle that had occurred above him. It was, as LordKestrel said, the usual stuff: excellent defence on the part of the defenders, a horrendous attack on the part of the attackers. No doubt this time tomorrow he would receive a similar report as RAF fighters pushed across the Channel once more, though this time the names would be reversed.
“Very good, keep up the good work.” E350tb said, and handed the report back. He sighed suddenly, realising that the worst was yet to come.
Evidently LordKestrel noticed. “Is something wrong sir?”
“Oh nothing that need concern you. It’s just that I’m expecting a call from-” he was interrupted by, of course, the ringing of the telephone on his desk. He would like to think that the Prime Minister was simply enquiring on his health after the German raid, but he very much doubted it. As he picked up the receiver he wondered just how true those rumours were of a possible new election, and if it might mean a more understanding leader.
He severely doubted it, of course…