I have just two of my great-grandfather's items from his time as an electrician aboard ship in the Royal Navy: a boxing cup won when he was a teenager at Malta in 1905 and a medal awarded to everyone on his ship for his part in the evacuation of the victims of the Sicilian earthquake of 1912. Having left the navy just before the outbreak of World War I, he re-enlisted and spent the next four years away from home. Sadly I don't know on which ship he served or whether he saw any action (in all likelihood not).
N.A.M. Rodger's fascinating study of the navy and society, 1815-1945, helped me to imagine something of my ancestor's experience on board ship. It weighs in (and weighs feels an appropriate word) at over 600 pages of text but the attention barely wanders. It is quite magnificent.
Despite the framing dates, the narrative is mostly twentieth century, indeed mostly post world-war 1. Whereas thematic sections on governance and the naval experience are dealt with in decades for the nineteenth century, this happens in individual years for the 1940s. This is of course unsurprising although at times perhaps there could have been more to be said about 1815-1914. For instance, the tragic and avoidable collision between HMS Victoria and HMS Camperdown in 1893 which cost the navy its flagship and hundreds of lives is mentioned in passing but no description of the event given.
Although at times the language can feel a little specialised for landlubbers like me with its talk of beakheads and bulkheads, Rodger does usually stop to allow us to catch up, explaining some of the terms. For the most part this is not a problem and once Rodger gets into his narrative flow, especially from 1914 onwards the book becomes compulsive reading.
Rodger lets his own opinions flow forth, with regular sallies taken at popular imagination and history (occasionally, I thought, straying into straw man territory). He is mostly pro-Churchill, pointing out that he was the only leading player who opposed the Gallipoli landings. He is less keen on Roosevelt "charming and duplicitous" and one whose promises always came with a discount. Incompetent, arrogant and blinkered admirals and politicians get short shrift, whilst the lesser known heroes (Chief Gunner Grant who saved HMS Lion at Jutland, the Ordinary Seaman who insisted that he saw the Japanese battleship Haguru through the storm cloud at a remarkable 35 miles) get their due. Myths and sacred cows are similarly disposed of. The Bismarck was built to an obsolete design and had inadequate armour. It was the psychological shock of HMS Hood exploding that gave the ship her legend. As a result her sister ship, the Tirpitz, which only once fired her guns in action, had more of an influence simply existing in her Norway bolthole than she would have had on the open sea.
Whereas in the First World War the navy saw very little action (my great grandfather probably faced very little peril), in the Second World War the navy lost a higher percentage (eight) than the army or air force. For submariners 38% lost their lives. The merchant navy lost 28,000 men, especially in the dark year of 1941.
As well as heroism, The Price of Victory, is not short on human folly. In fact there are times when it feels as though you are reading a non-fiction version of Catch-22. For instance, the story of the first British encounters with sea mines in the Crimean Warn resulted in first one admiral - and then a second! - blowing themselves up (not, astonishingly, fatally) by showing their students how a mine blows up. The US Navy, the particular subject of Rodger's frustration, could list its enemies in order as (1) The US Army, (2) The British, (3) The Japanese, (4) The Germans. Indeed the theme of US Navy Anglophobia comes across very strongly. Even in the 1930s the working assumption of the navy was that they would be defending themselves against a British/Canadian attack. And many admirals welcomed the opportunity. And a final example, perhaps the most unbelievable, of incompetence was the misreading of a keel-mast line of 7 feet rather than 17. By the time the error was spotted, 23 destroyers had already been built and had to have their armaments halved. Errors like this, and most egregiously the US refusal to countenance convoys throughout 1942, cost thousands of lives.
A fascinating book and one to which I hope one day to return.