Churchill's Admiral in Two World Wars

Admiral of the Fleet Lord Keyes of Zeebrugge & Dover GCB KCVO CMG DSO

Jim Crossley

• Publisher: Pen & Sword Maritime
• Year: 2021
• Print ISBN: 9781399001564
• eBook ISBN: 9781526748409
• Topic: History
• Subtopic: Military Biographies
• Index: History

"An interesting biography of one of Britain's most unusual admirals" ( The NYMAS Review).
Roger Keyes was the archetype of 19th to 20th century Royal Navy officers. A superb seaman, inspiring leader, and fearless fighter he immediately caught the eye of senior figures in the naval establishment, as well as an up-and-coming politician, Winston Churchill. The relationship between these two brave men survived disappointment, disagreement, and eventually disillusion. Unlike some of his contemporaries, Keyes was unable to make the transition from sailor to politician and was inclined to embarrass his friends and allies by his intemperate language and total lack of political acumen. Always eager to lead from the front and hurl himself at the enemy his mind set tended to be that of a junior officer trying to prove himself, not that of a senior Admiral.
Trained in some of the last of Britain's sailing warships, Keyes served in submarines in the North Sea, destroyers in China, and as a senior staff officer in the disastrous Gallipoli campaign. As commander of the Dover Patrol, he planned and led the highly controversial Zeebrugge Raid and successfully combated U-boats passing along the English Channel. In World War II, he begged to be given a combat command, but despite their close personal friendship, Churchill realized that he was too old to be suitable for a front-line role and his undisguised contempt for many senior Naval and Airforce officers made him extremely unpopular in official circles.
To his credit, Churchill did not let his personal friendship and admiration of Keyes blind him to his temperamental and intellectual limitations. Both men were big enough not to let professional conflict destroy mutual personal admiration and friendship.

Chapter 1

A Soldier’s Son

Roger John Brownlow Keyes. The name Brownlow, with its Irish connections, gives a clue to his origins. It was the name of his father’s great friend General Brownlow whose roots, like those of the Keyes’s, stemmed from a seventeenth century English plantation family in Donegal. Roger’s father, Charles Keyes, was a distinguished soldier. He was commander of the Punjab Frontier Force, keeping order among the unruly tribes of the North West Frontier between India and Afghanistan. He was no stranger to action and had won the admiration of the Indian military establishment by saving a desperate situation in which he led a charge into the Barrera Pass, putting to flight a strong band of ferocious Waziri warriors. On another occasion he, together with a single junior subaltern and a handful of men, stormed up a steep escarpment to recapture a vital hill feature, scattering a large force of tribesmen before him. For both exploits he was recommended for the Victoria Cross but it was not awarded.

It is seldom remembered today what a significant institution the Indian Army was in those far off Imperial days. Much more numerous than the British regular army, it defended the British interest and supported the civil power in much of the sub-continent. It provided an excellent career opportunity for an ambitious young British soldier of slender means, provided he managed to survive the Indian climate. The pay was better and living cheaper than for an officer in the home country and there was plenty of opportunity for fighting. British officers in the Indian service evolved a kind of coterie of fighting men who all knew each other, at least by reputation, and mostly maintained extremely high standards of loyalty, honour and behaviour.

In 1870 Charles Keyes, then a lieutenant colonel, had married Kate Norman, the much younger sister of Major General Norman, a hero of the Indian Mutiny. In doing so he took on ‘Quite a girl’. One of his junior officers, actually Ian Hamilton, who will feature later in this narrative, described her ‘as high spirited fascinating, clever creature as I ever saw. Camel riding, hawking, dancing; she was the idol of the Punjab Frontier Force’. Kate rapidly presented her husband with a family of four sons and a daughter. Roger, the second son, was born on 4 October 1872 at Tundiani Fort in the Punjab. 1878 found this family embarked on a ship bound for England. (Eventually three more daughters and another son were to arrive, making a total of nine offspring.) The object of the long trek to England was to find a reliable carer for the older children in the home country so that they could be brought up in relative safety, away from the perils of Indian food and climate. The parents probably assumed at this stage that their sons would follow their father into the Army or into the Indian Civil Service, but young Roger, the second son, had already developed other ideas. Though he was a small and rather sickly child he had already decided that he wished to join the Royal Navy. Neither he nor anyone else knew what prompted this resolution. Perhaps he had heard something of the wonderful achievements of the naval artillery during the Indian Mutiny. Perhaps he had spotted and admired a naval officer’s uniform at one of his parents’ social gatherings – certainly he himself and his older brother had sailor suits to wear when he was only four years old. Maybe even something about the prospect of his long sea voyage impressed him. For whatever reason, his resolve was strong and unshakeable.

The Keyes family spent three years in England, then returned to India leaving the five eldest children in the care of ‘Uncle Edward’ – not in fact any relation at all but a country parson with a living in Norfolk, who made extra money by taking in families as paying holiday guests. Edward had two daughters who were put in charge of the Keyes children’s education and welfare. It appears that the children were very harshly treated in fact and had a miserable time at the vicarage, the establishment providing few of the good things which had been promised and paid for by their parents. The redeeming feature was that the vicar was a great sportsman and took the older boys on fishing and shooting expeditions, teaching them the rudiments of English country sports. He was a friend of the Earl of Leicester who allowed him to fish in the ponds and rivers around the Holkham estate – very much the same territory, as it happens, on which the young Nelson had learnt to shoot and fish roughly a hundred years earlier. In term time the two eldest boys, Norman and Roger, were sent off to Albion House, a boarding school near Margate. Norman showed himself a bright and promising youth and achieved a scholarship to Wellington - a public school with strong army connections. Just before he was to start his first term at Wellington disaster struck. He suffered severe internal pain which was not recognised as appendicitis. After a few days agony he was dead. Roger, considered rather weak and a poor scholar, remained at Albion House in spite of the school being probably to blame for his brother’s early death. He became a moderately capable cricketer and his letters to his parents, carefully preserved by his mother, show some signs of a robust and determined nature, but also betray painfully poor writing and spelling skills, typical of the dyslexia which was an entirely unrecognised disability in the nineteenth century.

A letter written to his mother in India demonstrates a tenderness which was typical of Roger’s good nature.

Sunday 23rd Sept 1883

Dearest Mother

I went to dear Norman’s funeral. I saw his face. It was so lovely. I wish you could have seen it.

His death was so sudden, it seems strange that only the day before he died he was talking to me so happily. But it is not exactly death. Aunt Alice told me you know we shall see him again in Heaven. Aunt Alice has been very kind, she sent me some of dear Norman’s hair. Has she sent you any yet?

Do you think I can have a watch this berthday (sic)? We plyd cricket yesterday. I am in the first twenty now.

Poor Mother, when you come home we can go to dear Norman’s grave.

Your ever loving son.

R.J B.K.

In 1884, to their offspring’s relief, the General and his lady returned from India to set up a permanent home in the UK. The General wanted initially to live on the family lands at Croaghan in County Donegal close to Lough Swilly, in what is now the Irish Republic. He had inherited a house there from his mother which he intended to modernise and where he could live as a country gentleman. Donegal, however, was one of the most inaccessible parts of the United Kingdom and Lady Keyes quickly realised that it would be no place to bring up her eight remaining children. She was able to quash the General’s plan and the family eventually bought Shorncliffe Lodge, at Sandgate, near Folkestone in Kent – a much more suitable location. Lough Swilly, however, did not cease to exert its influence. While visiting the family properties near Croaghan, the Keyes were excited to see the great warships of the Channel Squadron anchor in the safety of the lough. General Sir Charles decided to pay a call on the flagship, Agincourt, and brought his rather unsatisfactory eldest son with him. Agincourt was a magnificent looking five-masted sailing frigate with an auxiliary steam engine. She had served in the Baltic during the Crimean War and had been very nearly wrecked recently off the coast near Gibraltar due to a navigational error, so there was plenty for the Captain to talk to the General about. Eventually the conversation turned to Roger and his determination to join the Navy. ‘Don’t let him.’ said the Captain. ‘Look at my watch-keepers, they are all elderly lieutenants. There is no future for them and small prospect of promotion. When the next generation of sub-lieutenants are promoted they will probably be ashore on half pay for a couple of years or more. There is no future in the Navy’.

The General and his little son, now twelve years old, had it out that day. Roger’s determination was unshaken and the General at last wisely gave way.

For a boy to join the Royal Navy in those days there were some formidable hurdles to cross. The entrance exam was not too taxing; some elementary maths and writing basic English would see you through, but first you had to obtain a recommendation from a senior naval or political figure. The Keyes’s family friend, Sir Henry Norman, happened to know Lord George Hamilton, who was First Lord of the Admiralty at the time, so with some exchange of letters, sponsorship was arranged; but the next hurdle was more difficult. The applicant’s family had to settle an income on their offspring to pay for his training as a cadet. The sum, typically £50 per year (equivalent to £5,000 today), was unaffordable to any except the upper echelons of society. It followed that naval officers were predominantly drawn from a very narrow strata of the population – aristocratic folk who mostly knew each other and had wealth to spare. The result of these entrance requirements was, as the performance of the Royal Navy was to show, unfavourable. The magnificent feats of the navy in the Napoleonic Wars had attracted a degree of glamour to the profession which resulted in it being dominated by an aristocratic officer class, mostly ultra-conservative, wealthy, and resistant to social or technical change. Similar backgrounds and education resulted in lack of initiative and an inability to ‘think outside the box’. There was no place in its ranks for the rising technically-educated middle classes. Indeed, although there were engineer officers to look after engines, they were regarded with, at best, tolerance and, at worst, contempt by regular naval officers. They were debarred from the higher ranks of the service. It has often been observed that Nelson himself, son of an impecunious clergyman, would have been unable to join the navy as it existed in the late nineteenth century. His father would never have found the money. Most senior officers in the 1880s’ Royal Navy were fine seamen and would have been competent commanders of one of Nelson’s battleships or even one of Drake’s but, in the conflicts that were to come, dominated by mines, torpedoes, submarines, destroyers and dreadnought battleships, skills and disciplines of an entirely new order were going to be required. Young Roger was joining a force with a glorious past but an uncertain future. He was to live through a change in culture and in technology such as had never been seen before.

The Keyes family were not poor, but they had seven other children to cater for and finding the money for young Roger was not easy. The next step was to remove him from Albion House and send him to Mr Littlejohn’s, a specialist ‘crammer’ at Greenwich which brought backward boys such as Roger up to the modest standard required by Britannia, the naval training establishment. At Littlejohn’s establishment a high standard of cleanliness and general behaviour was enforced by the formidable Mrs Littlejohn, the boys being required to dress for dinner and wash diligently behind their ears. Lessons were taught in the mornings by a young under-master who took his pupils through endless past examination papers so that they knew the answers to most of the likely questions. Tougher were Mr Littlejohn’s dictation sessions after dinner. Dictation is always a nightmare for bad spellers and Roger found them especially difficult. Often, he was kept back after the others had been sent off to bed and made to go on and on struggling with difficult words, being rewarded with a smack across the shoulders with a cane or parallel rulers every time he made a mistake. Roger does not seem to have resented this treatment; indeed it was considered perfectly normal at the time and he seems to have liked and respected Littlejohn. The teaching method was also successful. He passed the dictation exam with a few marks to spare, and came twenty-fourth out of thirty-nine candidates passing into Britannia in his term. Roger had to face one more hurdle, a medical examination. For most boys this was no problem but, besides being small and skinny, he had an arm which had been broken and badly set, which proved a handicap to him throughout his life. This would almost certainly have caused him to be rejected by the naval doctors at Greenwich but, perhaps not for the first time in his life, he was to employ his natural charm and guile to outwit authority. The doctor examining him recognised his name and told him that he had known his father in India. This gave Roger an opening and he started a long conversation about India and the various family friends there. By the time this had finished the time allotted for the examination was over and the doctor, unwilling to keep his colleagues waiting, didn’t even measure Roger or test his eyesight, he simply scribbled ‘4 foot 10 inches’ on the examination sheet and wished Roger well. He joined Britannia in autumn 1885 at the age of thirteen.

Britannia consisted of two old wooden ships, Britannia herself and Hindustan, moored together on the river Dart. Boys were taught some very basic maths related to navigation, a little naval history, some elementary French and had to endure the dreaded dictation in English. Also, of course, there was basic seamanship, knots and lashings, handling a ship under sail, etc. Afternoons were given up to games and to sailing boats on the Dart. Discipline was almost entirely enforced by the senior cadet term and this resulted in some appalling instances of bullying. Small and weedy, with one weak arm, Roger was a perfect target for bullies but, luckily, he had a formidable protector, a cousin on his mother’s side, Walter Norman, whose parents lived abroad and who had spent summer holidays with the Keyes family. He and his friends kept a good eye on his little cousin and made sure he was left alone. Roger was too small and his arm too weak to be much of a rugger or football player but he had a good eye and quick reactions and played racquets, hunted with the beagles, fenced in the winter, and excelled in sailing during the summer term. He had one more health scare in Britannia when a nasty bout of tonsillitis upset his hearing so that the surgeon reported him unfit for service. He had to go before a medical board, but luckily his father had taken him to a specialist in London who showed him how to swallow and blow his nose in such a way as to give short-term relief. He also certified that any hearing loss would be temporary. It seems that Sir Charles was now doing all he could to promote his son’s naval career.

July 1887 saw the end of Roger’s days in Britannia. He passed out twenty-fifth out of a term of thirty-seven and with nine other cadets was appointed to HMS Raleigh. He was still a skinny little youth, only 5 foot 2 inches tall, and almost childlike in appearance, looking much less than his fifteen years. Astonishingly boys of this age were expected to work on yards and topmasts, shortening and making sail in heavy weather, and occasionally to take up a cutlass and pistol and fight with ruthless pirates, slavers or even the Queen’s enemies in South Africa, India or the China seas. Raleigh was an iron frigate clad on the outside with timber above the water line and copper-bottomed. She was armed with muzzle-loading guns and a few 6-inch quick firers. She was reputed to be an excellent sailer, able to make 15 knots under sail or power and she served as flagship to Admiral Hunt-Grubbe on the South Africa station. Roger joined her at Cape Town. Unfortunately, there was seldom much to do for the fleet at the Cape and the cadets had to make their own amusements. Roger had been given a twelve-bore shotgun by a kind uncle and managed to get some quail shooting ashore. He also clubbed together with some other cadets and bought a small sailing boat for use in False Bay. After months of idleness there was an expedition up the coast to Accra where some native troubles had to be handled and then to Lagos, returning via St Helena.

Roger seems to have survived the rough house which was a typical midshipman’s mess. On Raleigh this appears to have been a reasonably happy establishment, dominated by a huge bearded midshipman who kept missing out on promotion. He was a heavy drinker but was kind by nature and exerted a civilising influence on his domain. All this time, of course, the young cadet was learning practical seamanship, how to shorten sail in heavy weather, how to man the tops and yardarms and what it was like to handle heavy, wet canvas in the dark, swaying violently with the motion of the ship. He loved it. He was promoted midshipman in November 1887.

There was one exciting episode while Raleigh was at Cape Town. An exercise was arranged to test the defences of the colony against a seaborne invasion. Raleigh covered the landing of marines and some mobile artillery, then disembarked most of her crew, including Roger, to join the invading force. The pretend attackers appear to have made rings around the regular troops defending Cape Town. They advanced rapidly towards the town for seven and a half hours, mostly at the double in the hot April weather. The authorities concluded that Cape Town was indeed poorly defended. This little amphibious exercise was the forerunner of the many and various amphibious operations which were to become Roger’s speciality.

In August 1888 Raleigh made a cruise up the east coast, giving the young midshipman his first taste of real weather. The Cape of Good Hope is notorious for its sudden violent storms and, en route for Durban, the ship was caught by a sudden gale which struck her after dark. The fore topgallant and main topsail were torn to shreds and Roger, as midshipman of the foretop, had an exciting time taming the flogging canvas. Eventually the wind eased enough for the ship to put into Durban and most of the crew, including Roger, went ashore to look around. While they were thus engaged another, more violent, onshore wind blew up, threatening to drive Raleigh ashore. The commander took her to sea with the remaining skeleton crew, parting the anchor cable and losing the anchor in the process. Once at sea the ship was safe enough, but the shore party were marooned until, on the third day, the wind dropped enough for a tug to be able to take them out to their ship. At nightfall the wind increased again so they had to claw off the coast under double-reefed topsails. It must have been a life-changing experience for a young midshipman, whose station was up the foremast, encouraging a team of tough old seamen. Roger commented later that ‘It was all very interesting and delighted me’. Of such stuff great sailormen are made.

Returning to Cape Town there was another mock invasion of the city by a party of bluejackets, including Keyes. The men took off their boots and marched in bare feet, easily outstripping the regular soldiers defending the city. Apart from this there was little to do and Roger spent a lot of time refurbishing the little cutter which he shared with some friends.

Chapter 2

‘Little E’ – A Strapping Youth

There was a ‘flap’ on the coast of Africa in December 1889 when Britain challenged a Portuguese claim on huge tracts of the African continent. The Royal Navy deployed a force, consisting of twelve square-rigged sailing ships and two gunboats, off the coast of what is now Mozambique, ready to defend British interests. Warships were also sent to threaten distant Portuguese outposts such as the Azores and the Cape Verde Islands and the Channel Fleet was ordered to stand off the coast of Portugal itself. This was a classic case of Britain asserting ...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title
• Copyright
• Contents
• Introduction
• Chapter 1 A Soldier’s Son
• Chapter 2 ‘Little E’ – A Strapping Youth
• Chapter 3 Destroyers and Adventures in China
• Chapter 4 A Rising Young Officer
• Chapter 5 Postings Ashore
• Chapter 6 Submarines
• Chapter 7 Disaster in the Dardanelles
• Chapter 8 Frustration and Evacuation
• Chapter 9 The Grand Fleet
• Chapter 10 The Dover Patrol
• Chapter 11 The Raids
• Chapter 12 Victory in Sight
• Chapter 13 Between the Wars
• Chapter 14 C.-in-C. Mediterranean
• Chapter 15 A Frustrated Mission
• Chapter 16 The First Commandos
• Chapter 17 Politics
• Chapter 18 With the Pacific Fleet
• Bibliography
• Plate section