My office building was evacuated late Thursday evening due to reports of a gas leak, so I went home and went on a run. In my haste to evacuate, I forgot my 305 in its cradle, charging in my office, so the distance and time are less precisely measured than usual. Legs felt good.
I ran at a deliberately easy pace to the river and ran an Eliot-Western Ave loop, crossing the Harvard and Weeks bridges twice. I estimated the time by glancing at the clock on my phone in my apt before and after the run. I felt acceptable, apart from a bout of weakness and jitters halfway through the run. I continued part 5 of
The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, and I'm entering the military strategy section, with which I'm vastly more familiar than the political maneuverings of the 1920s and 1930s. Sucks to be General Gamelan and the poorly coordinated military commands of the Dutch and Belgians in the aftermath of the conquest of Norway and Denmark. The allied commanders were two decades behind the Germans in their grasp of military tactics, and adhering to notions of guaranteed neutrality from a megalomaniacal warlord with 136 infantry and armored divisions standing on your border is not good strategy. For not the first time in European history, the English channel saved Western civilization from cultural and social cataclysm. It's much easier in hindsight to identify errors, but I'm still incredulous at how badly the democracies of Western Europe played both the peace and the first year of war with the Germans. Despite his debacle of the British naval intervention in Norway, Churchill was the first leader to effectively stand against Hitler and adequately understand how critical the situation was, as early as the Anschluss of Austria. I suspect the modern stereotype of the French as lackluster in war stems from their defeat in essentially five days by the Panzer divisions under Guderian and Rommel in the Ardennes, though it was probably exacerbated by de Gaulle's obstinacy.
My second favorite warship, mostly for all that she represented in the twilight of the British Empire (as opposed to her tremendously flawed armor design) is unquestionably the
HMS Hood. There is some symbolism to be found in her catastrophic demise at the hands of the
Bismarck; the massive and senseless loss of life in her sinking is a testament to the insanity of war, particularly the war that only Imperialistic Europe seems to know how to wage. What a beautiful ship.