The War
The War
The War
and soberly, you must not forget, at the same time, the
prize for which you are contending. The Army of Sir Ian
Hamilton, the Fleet of Admiral de Robeck, are separated
only by a few miles from a victory such as this war has
not yet seen. When I speak of victory, I am not referring
to those victories which crowd the daily placards of any
newspapers. I am speaking of victory in the sense of a
brilliant and formidable fact, shaping the destinies of
nations and shortening the duration of the war. Beyond
those few miles of ridge and scrub on which our soldiers,
our French comrades, our gallant Australians, and our
New Zealand fellow-subjects are now battling, lie the
downfall of a hostile empire, the destruction of an enemy's
fleet and army, the fall of a world-famous capital, and
probably the accession of powerful Allies. The struggle will
be heavy, the risks numerous, the losses cruel; but victory
when it comes will make amends for all.
There never was a great subsidiary operation of war in
which a more complete harmony of strategic, political, and
economic advantages has combined, or which stood in
truer relation to the main decision which is in the central
theatre. Through the narrows of the Dardanelles and
across the ridges of the Gallipoli Peninsula lie some of the
shortest paths to a triumphant peace. That is all I say
upon that subject this afternoon; but later on, perhaps,
when the concluding chapters in this famous story have
been written, I may be allowed to return again to the
subject.