The Warfare Collection - Complete Historiographical Military Works of Rudyard Kipling: Sea Warfare, The Irish Guards in the Great War, A Fleet in Being, America's Defenceless Coasts and many more

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Table of Contents:
A Fleet in Being
France at War
The New Army in Training
Sea Warfare
The War in the Mountains
The Graves of the Fallen
The Irish Guards in the Great War - I
The Irish Guards in the Great War - II
The America Army
America's Defenceless Coasts
Autobiography:
Something of Myself
Joseph Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was an English short-story writer, poet, and novelist. He wrote tales and poems of British soldiers in India and stories for children. He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of the short story; his children's books are classics of children's literature; and one critic described his work as exhibiting 'a versatile and luminous narrative gift'.

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Table of Contents:
A Fleet in Being
France at War
The New Army in Training
Sea Warfare
The War in the Mountains
The Graves of the Fallen
The Irish Guards in the Great War - I
The Irish Guards in the Great War - II
The America Army
America's Defenceless Coasts
Autobiography:
Something of Myself
Joseph Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was an English short-story writer, poet, and novelist. He wrote tales and poems of British soldiers in India and stories for children. He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of the short story; his children's books are classics of children's literature; and one critic described his work as exhibiting "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".

Autorentext
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), wurde in Bombay geboren, wuchs aber - wie es damals üblich war - in Großbritannien auf. Im Alter von 17 Jahren kehrte er nach Indien zurück und begann als Journalist für anglo-indische Zeitungen zu arbeiten. Seine literarische Karriere begann 1886 mit Kurzgeschichten. Zu der Zeit, als die Dschungelbücher veröffentlicht wurden (1894/95) war er bereits einer der berühmtesten lebenden Schriftsteller Großbritanniens. Er erhielt 1907 im Alter von nur 42 Jahren den Nobelpreis für Literatur.

Leseprobe
Chapter III Table of Contents Apropos of signals-to go on where I left off-we were to have more than enough of them after target-practice. We finished first of all the cruisers, and went on to our rendezvous the Fastnet, but if we had listened to the passenger-he wanted to lower a boat and investigate the shattered rock-we should have been spared many sorrows. But we were zealous, Mr. Simple, and we went to the Fastnet; and it was hazy, and through the haze we heard a horrible elemental moaning that should have warned us. The battleships which we had not found at Bantry were scattered about those waters at their practice. Then I remembered that a twelve-inch gun discharges a projectile weighing some 800lb. and ranging about ten miles. And we went to the rendezvous encircled by these deep mutterings of invisible monsters, and behold! we came slap on the Flagship, who was running torpedoes. Any other of the big ones would not have mattered, but our luck sent us to the Flag. There was a feeling of calamity in the thick air, and I know one man who was not in the least relieved when she signalled: 'Where are you bound?' We replied we were waiting as ordered on that spot, for the rest of the cruisers, and remained in a deferential attitude, while the Flagship maintained her horrible composure.

Our Fatal Mistake

Thinking no harm, we drifted some two miles to leeward, which was our fatal mistake, though we kept a skinned eye on her. Presently we saw a signal, but end on, as flags are apt to be when the signaller is dead up wind and the signallee down. We hung our answering pennant at the dip to show that we saw but could not understand, and scuttled up to the Flagship as fast as might be. The first part of the signal was an order to close, and the second expressed a desire to speak to us by semaphore. (Our signalmen's faces were studies in gloom about this crisis; and the sad moaning of the guns went on afar.) We learned that the Flag had been trying to attract our attention for some time, and did not appreciate our négligé déshabillé, or words to that effect. There is no excuse in the Navy, and we took what was served out to us by the gibbering semaphore in silence, standing at attention. To tell the truth, we had been rather pleased with our target-practice, and this sudden dash of cold water chilled us. But there is a reason for all things. Now, we must signal the name of the officer of the watch (frantic searchings of heart among the officers) and the signalman (the signalmen had got beyond even despair), on duty on Friday morning last. What the nature of their crime was we knew not, and it was not ours to ask; but later we heard it had something to do with somebody else's error. We gave that information (the Flag could have learned much more if she had asked for it) and I effaced myself with a great effacement forward, where the wits of the foc'sle were telling the signalman of Friday morning what sorts of death and disrating awaited him.

'We've Lost the Game' 'We've lost the game,' said one man. 'First come first served. That shows it,' and with this dark saying I was forced to be content.

Then the Flag removed herself, her sixty signalmen, her four-deep strings of signals, and her grim semaphore. Truly was it written: 'Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word,
Well for him who has no fear
Looking seaward, well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word that he would hear.' Anon the cruisers popped over the horizon, led by the Powerful-all save one-and the Powerful wished to know where that one had gone. Now the rendezvous given us by the Powerful could have been read in two ways. We all knew how the mistake had arisen, and, with one exception, had all repaired to the place which our leader ha