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<strong>Churchill</strong>’s Ever-Readable The Unknown War / The Eastern Front<br />
the endless plain. Ten million homes<br />
awaited the return of the warriors. A<br />
hundred cities prepared to acclaim their<br />
triumphs. But all were defeated; all were<br />
stricken; everything that they had given<br />
was given in vain. Nothing was gained<br />
by any. They floundered in the mud,<br />
they perished in the snowdrifts, they<br />
starved in the frost. Those that survived,<br />
the veterans of countless battle-days,<br />
returned, whether with the laurels of<br />
victory or tidings of disaster, to homes<br />
engulfed already in catastrophe.<br />
We may make our pictures of this<br />
front from Napoleon’s campaigns. Hard<br />
and sombre war; war of winter; bleak<br />
and barren regions; long marches<br />
forward and back again under heavy<br />
burdens; horses dying in<br />
the traces; wounded<br />
frozen in their own<br />
blood; the dead<br />
uncounted, unburied;<br />
the living pressed again<br />
into the mill. Eylau;<br />
Aspern; Wagram;<br />
Borodino; The<br />
Beresina—all the sinister<br />
impressions of these<br />
names revive, divested of<br />
their vivid flash of<br />
pomp, and enlarged to a<br />
hideous size. Here all Central Europe<br />
tore itself to pieces and expired in agony,<br />
to rise again, unrecognizable.<br />
The states and peoples of central<br />
and south-eastern Europe lay upon its<br />
broad expanses in the confusion left<br />
from ancient wars. The old battlefields<br />
were cumbered with the bones of<br />
bygone warriors, and the flags and trophies<br />
of far-off victories, and over them<br />
brooded the memories of many a cruel<br />
oppression and many a perished cause.<br />
In the main the empire of the<br />
Hapsburgs and the states of the Balkan<br />
Peninsula sate [sic] amid the ruins of<br />
centuries of struggle with the invading,<br />
proselytizing, devastating Turk. Here,<br />
long after they had ebbed and ceased in<br />
the west, the tides of war-like Islam had<br />
finally been dammed. After long-drawn<br />
struggles the Danube was liberated.<br />
One by one, aided mainly by Russia,<br />
these fierce races, hammered hard upon<br />
the anvil of Turkish misrule, shook<br />
themselves free; until finally the Turkish<br />
power was broken for ever. Roumania,<br />
Bulgaria, Serbia, Montenegro and<br />
Greece, relieved from the curse of<br />
bondage of five hundred years, stood<br />
erect, and gazed upon each other almost<br />
immediately with eyes of keen malevolence<br />
and rivalry.<br />
First among the champions of<br />
Christendom stood the empire of the<br />
Czars. If Austrian and Hungarian<br />
chivalry had stemmed the Turkish invasions,<br />
it was Russia who for two<br />
centuries had advanced upon Turkey,<br />
inspired to the deliverance of kindred<br />
races still in bondage, and impelled by<br />
other motives towards<br />
Constantinople and the<br />
warm, open waters of the<br />
Mediterranean. The feud<br />
between Russia and<br />
Turkey was as old and as<br />
deadly as that between<br />
France and Germany.<br />
As the external enemy<br />
faded and died, the army<br />
of the Austro-Hungarian<br />
empire began to fall to<br />
pieces. Like the liberated<br />
states of the Balkans, the<br />
four constituent peoples of the<br />
Danubian plains began to think again<br />
for themselves about their past and<br />
their future. Hungary had in revolt and<br />
revolution almost torn herself away in<br />
1848. Caught and crushed by Russian<br />
armies pouring through the passes of<br />
the Carpathians, she was led back<br />
captive by the Czar and chained once<br />
more to the throne of his brother<br />
Emperor. It was upon an orgy of blood<br />
and executions that the youthful Francis<br />
Joseph entered upon his long and fatal<br />
reign. Bohemia in the general resurgence<br />
of nationalism which marked the<br />
close of the nineteenth century fretted,<br />
chafed and struggled in the Austrian<br />
net.<br />
The sentiment and tradition of all<br />
the southern Slavs turned towards<br />
Serbia as to a magnet, and through<br />
Serbia far back across the ages to the<br />
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once great Serb empire of Stephan<br />
Dushan. To revivify those glories and<br />
reunite the lands and peoples now sundered,<br />
became the persisting ambition<br />
of the Serbian people from the moment<br />
they had shaken off the Turkish yoke.<br />
This hardy warlike stock, “the Prussians<br />
of the Balkans,” whose teeth were<br />
whetted in centuries of unrecorded ferocious<br />
struggles with the Sultan’s troops,<br />
respected nothing that stood in their<br />
way. Reckless of consequences to themselves<br />
or others, fearing naught and<br />
enduring all, they pursued their<br />
immense design through the terrors and<br />
miseries of Armageddon, and have, in<br />
fact, achieved their purpose at its close.<br />
All these disruptive forces were<br />
actively and increasingly at work within<br />
the Empire in the latter part of the last<br />
century. There was not in the declining<br />
Empire any force equal to that which<br />
has imposed throughout all innumerable<br />
national schools of the United<br />
States one single language and one universal<br />
secularism. Each race in the Dual<br />
Monarchy indulged its separatist tendencies<br />
to the full, and reviving ancient,<br />
even long-forgotten tongues, used these<br />
as weapons in ever-extending hostilities.<br />
Parliaments can only flourish<br />
when fundamentals are agreed or at<br />
least accepted by the great majority of<br />
all parties. In the Parliaments of the<br />
Hapsburgs bands of excited deputies sat<br />
and howled at each other by the hour<br />
in rival languages, accompanying their<br />
choruses with the ceaseless slamming of<br />
desks which eventually by a sudden<br />
crescendo swelled into a cannonade. All<br />
gave rein to hatred; and all have paid<br />
for its indulgence with blood and<br />
tears.*<br />
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*Readers may notice the first and<br />
last words on this page. They were not,<br />
however, the first iteration of what<br />
became one of WSC’s most famous<br />
phrases. In London to Ladysmith via<br />
Pretoria in 1900, <strong>Churchill</strong> predicted<br />
that Britain would eventually win the<br />
Boer War. The result, he wrote, “is only<br />
a question of time and money expressed<br />
in blood and tears.” (166) ,