I’m currently in the middle of a long overdue deep dive into the SOE rabbit hole. This has been a long time coming, since I have always loved the espionage genre in fiction, and my favourite book Declare imagines a future for SOE beyond the official 1946 cut-off date.
Prior to this, I’d say my focus on espionage centred around the Cold War, and I’ve never nurtured much interest in the live-fire version in WW2. I suppose I considered it messier, wetter, less cerebral.
M R D Foot is, I think, the official historian of SOE, and published a number of books about it and related matters prior to his death in 2012. Just like Pippa Latour, he has a very interesting back story and was himself in the SAS and parachuted into France after D-Day.
If I was a television comedy writer, I’d be using the rich material of multiple secret organisations operating at the same time in occupied France. You’ve got your SIS, your SOE, your SAS, which is before you get to the different branches within SOE: according to this book there were no less than six different groups within SOE operating in France around D-Day. Officially, there was F section, but then also RF section, and then a group of Polish exiles, and “Jedburghs”, and so on. Confusing, chaotic, and clashing.
Because they did all kind of hate each other. De Gaulle’s official Free French RF Section was operating independently of the British-run F section. In September 1944, De Gaulle went on a tour of France telling the Brits to get the hell out of his country.
As for SIS, the rivalry and conflicting priorities were stark. SIS wanted to operate in complete secrecy, keeping things quiet and gathering intelligence. SOE wanted to do a bit of that, but at the same time made a lot of noise, blowing stuff up, sabotaging vehicles, train lines, and factories, undermining the enemy’s morale and ensuring that they had to deploy troops in out of the way places on guard duty.
At the end of the book, Foot asks the key question: how effective was it? Because it operated in secrecy, the impact of SOE was very little known until long after the war. But there are lots of indications here. The clever sabotage of a Peugeot factory near Montbeliard, which was making military equipment. The disabling of train carriages used for tank transport down near Toulouse, which delayed Nazi reinforcements following D-Day by over a fortnight. The gathering of intelligence about enemy positions and movements, blowing up bridges, repeatedly damaging the same targets, all of it seems to have been useful.
On the other hand, there are tales of incompetence and stupidity that boggle the mind. These are the kind of details that Tim Powers picked up on for Declare. A key example is the playback of agents who had been captured, along with their radio sets. There were measures in place for this: pass phrases designed to verify that a message was genuine. But SOE back in London ignored, over and over again, the fact of missing or incorrect code phrases, and carried on regardless. The whole of the Netherlands operation seems to have been blown, and quite a lot of the French. One agent even sent the code groups CAU and GHT but London failed to recognise it!
The fog of war, etc.
Agents could come unstuck for the most trivial of reasons. Asking for butter with a croissant. Looking the wrong way when crossing the road. Meeting up with another agent and speaking English in public. It was almost as if some of them wanted to get caught. The number of people who parachuted in and got caught almost immediately was really quite remarkable.
Anyway, for my purposes, I’m mainly interested in what went on in France, but this book covers the whole gamut of global operations, from what was then called Abyssinia to the Far East. If I’d known this was the case, I might have bought his other book: SOE in France, but no matter. I have another book on the go that covers that.
When I was a kid, my grandad gave me a book called something like Greatest Secrets of World War 2. I don’t remember the exact title. Given that this was probably published some time in the 1960s, I don’t think that many of the actual secrets of WW2 were in that book, but I suppose it sparked an interest. As it happens, my grandad worked at Bletchley Park during the war (I’ve no idea in what capacity), but like a lot of these people, he never talked about it.